[He quirks an eyebrow at that, slightly confused by that statement.]

Glad? Don't you hate me?

[And at the question he shakes his head. There's no way he'll allow himself to get tripped up by the nets she's throwing out. Even if he doesn't realize that flirting, in itself, is a net of its own...]

Miss, I am never going to get caught in your web. Angels are on a different level when it comes to social interaction, I will never see you the same as, say, a human does.