It is Good Enough Flirting for Mayday. It really, really is. It helps that he hasn't really been on any sort date since that time his ship's programmer showed up with a couple cans of oil and an offer to celebrate. He prefers not to think about that 'date'. It was really embarrassing.

He can't help but squeak again when Pipes grabs his hand - oh gosh they are holding hands - which prompts him to pout extremely huffily at Pipes's cybermouse comment.

"They will- they will not!" he... squeaks. Curse his voice and its high-pitched inclinations. He ducks his head. "...Is that bad?"