Maybe it would be easier for him if he learned to embrace his dorkiness, like she does. She's pretty sure she doesn't know what to do, and that she's insanely nervous, but that's all part of the fun. Who wants to be perfect all the time? She can totally tell he wants to let go and enjoy himself too. She just has to keep at it. One way or another, she is going to get him to open up to her.

"Okay, I will." It was an invitation after all, so she slips off the bed and kneels down by his feet, grabbing at the bottom hem of his pants to give them a forceful tug. He's on his own on the underwear front, with as little sense of grace she has in undressing other people. It's not like she does it all that frequently... or ever.