[And he's avoiding looking down as best as he could. Because the last thing he wants to do is get caught staring at her chest and get his ass kicked. Though she looked a bit like she had some wandering eyes herself. Was she checking him out? Nope, not possible, not at all.

So he'll just give a small smile as thanks for the drink, shaking his head at her statement.]

Oh come on, not all dumb ideas are mine. [Wait, rephrase.] Not my ideas are even dumb. I just have a very complex, misunderstood mind, you know.