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She would have argued that no, awkward wasn't 'cool', and that it was, in fact, the opposite, but she never got that far because her mind did another of those small crashes and refused to reboot. Or maybe it wasn't her brain failing her. Maybe it was her stomach, and not her brain; it'd just done a strange sort of somersault. The feeling was distinctly similar to the type she'd once had when she'd gotten on a roller coaster (which she had, in fact, actually enjoyed!).

Awkward could be cute or endearing. It could even be sweet and adorable, which at the moment, pretty much described him, as far as she was concerned, though she was trying hard not to voice that opinion. In her defense, he'd just stuttered his way through a whole phrase, with the only purpose of asking her if he could kiss her. Somehow, she knew he was telling the truth when he said he didn't usually ask, and for some reason, that made all the difference.

Interestingly enough, the kiss was also sweet, which kind of... contrasted greatly against his character (or rather, it contrasted against what he kept saying he was capable of - he'd been rather sweet to her from the start). Either way, she swiftly decided that thinking wasn't working at the moment, and instead felt her way through the new situation, responding to the kiss clumsily but still as best as she could manage.

When she felt just a bit out of breath, she parted, but still remain rather close, "Awkward is not cool. But it's sweet," she took a breath in before continuing, "The knight in shinning armor part was cool though. And you look and act cool for the most part, if that helps. Your hair is also cool; it's got two colors, and it makes me want to touch it."

Funny how things worked out, because Angela really liked enigmas and mysteries. Not that she was treating him like one; in her honest opinion... he seemed to respond to whatever was going on around him at the time. Since usually people tended to get angry with him, he responded in kind; after all, that had been his initial reaction her the previous night. She had been able to see a tad under that facet when he'd worried over if her own hound would attack her, and had even gone as far as trying to help her, protecting her from it.

No one that was really all that bad would have gone through the trouble. He'd reacted on instinct; his instinct in a stressful situation had been to actually help her. That said a lot about him, as far as she was concerned, "That's okay. Rogues and bandits are more interesting anyhow," she paused, pulling her face away from him so she could look at him fully before continuing, "And... you don't need armor. You're fine the way you are."

Her eyes landed on his hair and she managed to smile again, even despite the fact her stomach still sort of felt like she was riding a roller coaster, "Yes well. I'm sure it feels just fine when you don't have hair gel in it," his hand going through her hair caught her off-guard, though she actually leaned a bit into the touch; having long hair, she'd always enjoyed it being played with.

And then... she followed his gaze to the television screen, realizing they'd er... well, pretty much missed a good third of the movie, "I think we missed the climax..." not that it was a big deal; she could later look it up, and she still felt that 'this' had been far more interesting than the movie could have ever hoped to be anyhow. That and she really, really didn't want to leave right now. She bit her lip a bit before returning her gaze to him, "Another movie maybe?" she actually sounded hopeful, and the underlying words were there, even if they were unspoken; she clearly didn't want to leave.

It was a touch too late to try to hide his expression, really, because Angela had her gaze on him when she pulled away (and he, amusingly enough followed, as if magnetically attracted). Needless to say, the expression made her feel a lot better, for no other reason than the fact she was coming to realize that perhaps she wasn't so alone in this; he seemed to be out in deeper waters too, for whatever reason.

It was just honestly good to know she was not alone, and that he probably felt as strangely silly as she did. She couldn't help but idly wonder if he also felt that stomach flip-flop sensation, of if that was uniquely her.

"Another one won't do any harm," she decided after a moment. Granted, by the time it was over, it might be rather late, and she might have to ask him if he'd consider accompanying her back home. More for her parent's sake than her own, seeing as how she was pretty sure that she could have taken on her fair share of youma, or otherwise. Still, coming home and claiming he'd been walked there seemed like a good idea.

When he moved to pick up the remote control, she noticed she was going to have a problem watching the movie unless she relocated, since her back was currently facing the TV in question. So thus, she pulled away from him, shifting her position so she was sitting beside him once more. This time though, she pressed herself snugly against his side, trying to retain some of the earlier contact before the movie started.

To her credit, Angela actually tried to get wrapped up in the movie. It wasn't hard for her to do so normally, but then again, she normally clung to a pillow, while this time, well, the 'pillow' in question was very much alive. His breathing seemed to catch her attention every once in a while, and she'd find herself tuning out of the movie's words, and into the rhythmic sound as she lay nestled against him.

That, coupled with the fact it was, in fact, rather late, was having a rather interesting effect on her. Every so often, her eyes would begin to close, but then something or other in the film would catch her attention and the process would start over again. After a while though, it was becoming very clear she was slowly nodding off to sleep; in her defense, the scene was peaceful, she was warm, not to mention comfortable and... his breathing was actually lulling her to sleep.

It took a while, but Angela eventually fell asleep against him, movie entirely forgotten.