He clenches his fists in mild surprise and glances away. "Ah. Well... yes. Of course."

After a brief moment he cautiously glances back again. "Ahem. Is there... ah, anything else, that I can assist you with then?" He sounds guarded. Please say that they're done here, or at least move onto a topic other than their mutual ex-boyfriend's weird emotional constipation, this is so goddamn uncomfortable for him to talk about.