[Yep, see? SO not ending the way he envisioned it. He looks dejected, but is entirely content to take in the view as she shifts her attention. He watches for a little while, then finally speaks, sounding more than a little distracted.]

...You have a nice ass. And...everything else. I bet your feet are just as nice.

[A tiny bit more with-it, although he still sounds like he's more likely to continue to stare than actually be much help with...anything.]

I think I'll stay. What do you need help with?

[Nevermind that she already suggested things earlier, he's CLEARLY forgotten by now.]