His body warms with another embarrassed flush at her easy acceptance - apparently he's got a way with supernatural women (which *clearly* has nothing to do with being to smell the innocence on him) that scares the crap out of him.

Gus nods dumbly at the offer, eyes drawn to the easy move of lithe fingers, Oh God.

"I have to text Shawn and let him know I'll be running a little late."