He eyes his shirt sleeves...then rucks them up to his elbows, one after the other. And he can feel his tie constricting his neck, collar-like. He loosens it. Leaves it just like that, refuses to listen to the urge to re-adjust it.

He folds his arms as he looks back up at Hank. "You're going to take me shopping?" He pictures himself suddenly and very clearly dressed like Hank - ridiculous doubled-up shirts, pants and jacket that make him look significantly bulkier than he actually is - and one side of his mouth quirks up in a grin.

"As long as I get to choose what I buy. And you should know I spent the only five dollars I had buying you a drink."

Luckily for Hank, Connor has not a clue what constitutes a date - never had any reason to look it up - so that aspect of the thing doesn't cross his mind.