[He watches Black's hand clench, fascinated. His own fingers jitter out a nonsense beat against the sheets that 'sound' suspiciously like the opening cords to the song he learned just that morning, too nervous to do more then that, dancing just out of reach.]

Don't... don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure that isn't how this works.

[Whatever 'this' was]

It's not a trade- I'm pretty useless but I... wanna be here. So- [He shrugs, unable to articulate beyond that]