Fred had a habit of jumping in head first into these early stages with a girl. He found Evanthe absolutely enchanting but he was also used to not receiving the same level of excitement back so when the angel herself answered the door and greeted him so brightly he practically melted into a puddle at her feet that very moment. Could she do nothing wrong? He was sure it was impossible. She was incredible.

"I must say," he said, "the pleasure is absolutely mine, Lady Evanthe," he practically swooned. He took a look at her in her dress and resisted the urge to bite his lip. "You look...wow, just...absolutely stunning. Wow." He was definitely smitten. "But, um," he cleared his throat. "I actually have something a bit more...active and adventurous planned for our date today, and I'm not sure you'd want to risk ruining such a beautiful dress."

Fred couldn't help it. He'd always been a sucker for a woman's charms, even if they were unintentional, and could never have the calm and collected nature that Ben had long ago master. No, Fred's gaze absolutely locked on Evanthe's delicate, beautiful fingers as they caressed down her body. A lump grew in his throat as his cheeks turned red at her teasing, not even sure if she was doing it on purpose or not. So naive.

His eyes immediately flicked back up to her face when she said she'd just have to take it off, heart racing. "Ah, yes, to change. Of course," he stumbled over his words when she clarified. "Y-yes, absolutely, I can come inside," he replied. He knew exactly what he'd be picturing while he waited for, expecting nothing more than just that. As he followed her inside he gave her a sweet smile, cheeks and ears still pink. "Take your time, we're in no rush," he assured her politely.

Fred glanced at the couch as she indicated it and was about to move towards it when she asked for something first. "Oh, yes of course," he said before she turned around and then asked for his help. Yep, his face was definitely still red. "S-sure," he replied and stepped closer to her. His fingers hovered over the first button for a moment, hands shaking slightly, as he began to carefully work on the first button. It shouldn't have been so tricky but with his shaking hands it was harder than it ought to have been. Still, it didn't take terribly long to get it.

He was trying his darndest to keep his fingers from brushing her skin, but inevitably it happened a couple of times. Each time he noticed how incredibly soft her skin was and to his shame his pants were getting progressively more snug. Finally he reached the last bottom and he let out an exhale as if he'd been holding his breath. "There you are," he said, trying to pretend like he wasn't nervous when really he was shaking in his boots. He was sure his guise was not holding up and she could see right through him.

Maybe Fred was imagining it but he thought he could sense the tension between them. Of course he would be a fool not to feel turned on in this moment but he had a harder time seeing why other people would be interested in him. What did he have to offer? He knew he wasn't confident or good at flirting or even in the best shape. He didn't have Ben's chiseled abs. He wasn't in bad shape but it was easy to compare himself when he had a twin who otherwise looked the same.

His eyes closed as she turned to press a lingering kiss to his cheek and his fingers naturally brushed against her side. He really was tempted to fall into the moment and to try to move things along in this same direction but he didn't have the confidence of Ben and he was trying really hard to court her the right way. So he let his hand drop as she went to pull away. He looked into her pretty eyes with a soft smile. "I'll be waiting," he said in a soft whisper. And only when she turned around did he grab his pants and try to tug them a little to relieve the pressure he was feeling in his pants.