[ He blinks and then looks at the parcel. Birthday. That's right, it is his birthday, isn't it? He hadn't forgotten - not exactly, he'd thought about it earlier when he woke up this morning - but he hardly expected anyone else to remember. ]

Are you serious? [ He chuckles with disbelief and takes the box gently, unable to hide his embarrassment from her. ] I don't even remember telling you my birthday. Hm... must have been drunk, perhaps. What is it?