He's not making a pass, although if she had the mental alacrity to be watching him, the swipe of tongue across teeth betrays the kind of nerves he might display before he does. But he's not. She's already taken them that way once tonight, and if he's lucky she'll be too drowsy to remember his response.

No, he just wants to ask her something, and as he gets her safely down the hallway, he does. "Um, do I... Do you think I look like Cary Elwes?"