He squints at the package because he's been waiting for one just like it, but he thinks better of plucking it out of her hands to see what it is. There's a very fine line between flirty neighbor and creeper, after all.

"So you're the dark and twisty twin, then?" he asks, his tone bordering on the edge of teasing. "Because that's fine, it's good to know. And hey, someone's got to be the one to sell the lady part products, okay? There's no shame in it, I'd make a great spokesperson."