A small, uncertain smile pulls at his mouth in response to Rita's smile. That's... not a rejection. So maybe... he has a chance? The way she says 'idiot', it's definitely not how she would say it to, say, Strange or Lambert. There's fondness in it, he's certain of it.

"Huh?" If he's honest, he had forgotten about it. "Oh, um. Alright."

Reaching back, he unties the knot in his visor and lets the fabric slip from his face into his hand. When he returns his gaze back to Rita, his cat-like grey-blue eyes are trained on hers. He curls his hand around his visor, the other resting on his knee. He wants to reach out and touch Rita's cheek, but...

"So..." he begins, trailing off as he fails to recall the rest of the words he had in mind.