[Perhaps to his credit, he doesn't ask. He continues to deftly make breakfast.]

I did. Ah...

[Swallowing, he clears his throat.]

My memories are slightly fuzzy regarding last night, my apologies. But... I get the distinct impression that I might have been too forward.

[His ears turn a little red, though it's not the easiest thing to see given how shaggy and unkempt it is. His cheeks, however, are almost as red.]

If I made you uncomfortable at all, I am sorry. I will work hard so that it does not happen again.

Moreover, however... did you sleep well, as well?

[A tendril starts plating the eggs before they can burn, as deftly as any hand with fingers despite having an amorphous structure, and another retrieves the toast. Glenn spares an eye on their movements to make sure that his aim is right as he takes another sip of water.]