[He's relieved to hear her tone shift to a sadder one, and then he's instantly ashamed of himself for thinking that. His ears droop again in response. He shouldn't be trying to make her sad.]

I'm sort of a jackass, so if I say something that upsets you, you can throw something at me. I don't mind.

[He should at least get that out there. It's a countdown in his head: how long until he says something vastly inappropriate? And hearing that she's 'glad' he's here makes him feel funny, too, even if he sad that himself.]

Can you...tell me about yourself?