Again, the reassurance is helpful. Garrot's accustomed to making a fool of himself with Gyre, so the fact that he took charge of a situation and didn't get yelled at is, uh... new and uncomfortable territory!

"Right. I should relax!" It's clearly not bad territory. The wink clearly keeps his nerves from acting up, and a hand wanders to scratch at the nape of his neck. "Follow my own advice." Garrot grins, reminding himself that as much of a horny old man as he may be, Gyre keeping him from doing anything more might've been for the best. This parking lot has a lot of solid surfaces and sharp edges, that'd be a, uh, painful mistake.

"We can talk about it later." If he just regurgitates Gyre's words like an awkward robot, he won't say or do something to deteriorate their progress! But all good things come to an end, so he's instead going to... try and change the subject a bit.

"So, uh..." He looks around, still trying to reclaim non-awkward footing. It's clear what Gyre's planning on doing with his afternoon, of course, he's gathering everyone together. "What are you doing later tonight?" A lewd smirk seems to leak onto his face, showing exactly what he thinks is going on.

"You don't seem like you need to plan time to yourself." Because you live in the woods, Gyre. Alone.