Tetsuo just blushes deeper as she steps up so close to him, reflexively ducking his head slightly when she reaches up to play with try and neaten his hair. As she already knows, his hair is kind of a lost cause, but however stubbornly messy it might stay, she certainly gets the desired result of him melting into her touch. With a touch, she can easily tell that, even though he's not sure how to put it into words more eloquent than an emphatic wow, she's basically up there at the limit of how attractive people can be. When she then goes to extra lengths, he doesn't really have a context to match her against--just that, somehow, she's above the top of the scale.

She gets no resistance when she tugs at his lapel. He naturally assumes she's just adjusting his fancy clothes, and he blinks and flusters anew when she leans in to meet him, a hushed sound of surprise muffled against her lips. Reflexively, he leans with her, prolonging the kiss by a second or two before realizing it was probably meant to just be a quick peck. Also, that his hands wound up resting at her sides, just above her hips.

Shiho calling it (kind of) a date does nothing to get him less distracted with her, but he does snap out of it a bit more when he realizes she's pinning a device on his lapel, not just flirting.

"Mm-.. o-.. oh, right, aheheh... I, uh... I'll try an' make sure ta do that."

Meanwhile, he'll just quietly tamp down on the thought that all he's seeing right now is that she's suspiciously hot, which.. is clearly not what she means, and way too embarrassingly corny and ill-conceived even for him to say out loud.

"...tho I gotta feelin' y'ain't gonna make it too easy lookin' at nothin' else but you, Shichan."