[He can tell that she's blushing, but Scott doesn't zero in on that. Instead, he keeps his hands on her cheeks for a few seconds longer, like he's reassuring her of everything he just said before letting himself pull his grip away. He's well-aware that she's not really the touchy type and he doesn't want to overdo it.]

You'll think of something. [There's the return of that slightly exaggerated confidence, but one that's well-meaning. It's a little easier for him to pull this sort of behavior when he's helping people that are more maladjusted than him, which... is most of his friends. Go figure. Somehow, he's the normal one.]

Just poke at me whenever and be like 'Scott, got a minute?' and I'll be like 'Sure Ange, what's up.' [He definitely pitched his voice higher when he pretended to be Ange.]