It hadn't made him feel pressured in the way she thought, really - more in the way that he wanted to be whoever he'd been, for himself and for her. He watched her go to check on the potatoes, but it was with a small, grateful smile that it seemed to be simply because they needed checking, and not because she wanted to get away from him. "Thank you," he said earnestly, when she said she'd be sure to give him her uncle's information before he left. He had no problem with getting help, but he did want to have a hand in things, he didn't want her to do all the work.

"Well... I admit that's a little easier to live up to," he admitted with a soft laugh, thinking she was absolutely gorgeous when she smiled. After all, troublemaking was easier than sainthood, and if she'd liked him for him... it was hard to give her that when he still didn't know much about who he was, but he was trying at the least to be genuine and hoped that would be a good start. His hand slid down to touch her arm instead as he genuinely gave her offer some consideration. "Honestly... I want to hear about you. I mean, I know I should already know it, but... " He shrugged a little helplessly. It was a little overwhelming to hear all these things about a life he couldn't remember. He sort of wanted to hear about someone else for a while, and she seemed like a very, very good place to start. "I mean, if you felt like telling me about it."