"No, I'm not allergic or phobic, so inviting me back wouldn't be a bad idea. It'd be a good idea. I mean, if you want to. Nobody's ever extended an invitation like that to me before. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to respond to it -- if that was an invitation and I'm not just making assumptions that're going to make me look ridiculous."

His face is definitely red from something other than alcohol now, but it heartens him a bit to see that Ned is blushing, too. It makes him feel a little better to think that this might be uncharted territory for the both of them, although it doesn't stop him from feeling any less out of his depth or any less naive.

He's obviously not freaked out, though, and the awkward smile that manages to break through the furious blush is no less enthusiastic than the rest of his smiles have been. He's been talking about being boring and not adventurous all night, and going along with his instincts here would definitely qualify as adventurous, right? He can only desperately hope that Ned won't think of him as a horrible loser for being so woefully inexperienced in anything relating even tangentially to dating, romance, or sex.