Wow, presumptuous. You've only just met me, maybe I find flour to be fashionable. [She's saucy-- somehow, that makes it easier to talk to her. He doesn't mind her hand on his sleeve, tilting his head at the offer, and gives himself the first solid once-over since the flour incident of unknown happenstance.]

[His ears turn a little pink.]

...ah, that. Probably would be a good idea, if you don't mind.