He catches the look, but he also has a habit of misreading those looks. Not because he can't read Cougar like a book, but because of the fact that he has to be misreading those looks. He's seen them given to others, to women, but he figures he has to be misreading it. Because it can't be for him.

So he is looking through the fridge, trying to find some leftovers from the daily meals when he stops, glancing back at Cougar.

"What?" He echoes back, frowning. "Oh. It's just my skin feels all... I don't know. It's all the energy, I guess. My skin feels sensitive. Probably all in my head."