Overthinking it how? You totally killed the mood. [ He withdraws his hand, only to reach up to his own face and run a finger over a clipped brow. He obviously styled them a certain way, but he's not about to admit it. Head is crawling up to his cheeks, emphasizing his embarrassment. ]

My eyebrows don't look like a shiba inu's... [ He mutters all in one, rushed breath, words barely audible. Rubbing at brow, he turns to start heading for the staircase leading down to the cafe. He adjusts his bag over his shoulder in the process, feeling a bit reluctant to leave without his goodbye kiss.

And then a thought dawns on him (well, he'd been racking his head for a comeback). Right before his descent, however, he suddenly whirls around and speaks with a voice that is a few levels too loud to be necessary. ]

Your head makes me think of Lassie! [ The dog... ]