The exasperated look that Robbie gives Vance wouldn't cut steel, but it'd be a close call. "I am not actually interested in kissing Mole Man! Cripes. I'm just saying doing the right thing in the end isn't enough to make me swipe right. The means are as important as the ends. More. And - we probably have a better idea of where Mole Man's been."

It helps to buy time when he's wondering how to address the... weirdness of the exchange. It's not that he didn't mean it or completely disbelieved that Vance meant it. The conversation itself was abnormal. Robbie's glad that his friend seems happy enough about it, and now... he'd very much like it to go away before he has a change to spoil the reassurance.

Glancing upwards, he pulled some of his hair forward. The hologram has made it dark, nearly black. "I think it's the hair. I always liked brunettes, but I was hoping to get something a little more colorfully alien. Like, speaking of Star Trek, if I'd known what we were wearing, I would've gone for Orion slave boy."