"Could become my problem eventually," he pointed out, letting one hand drop from her back only so that he could lift it again to cup her cheek, pushing back a few strands of damp hair in the process. "But what's this about hosiery? Because I am fond of the stripes. They're very..."

I don't have a cultural reference that doesn't make me come off as some sort of sexual deviant. This is the problem with potentially entering a relationship with a woman you met when she was a teenager.

"You. They're very you. And, as previously established, I happen to like you."