Is it... [ He sounds so disappointed and then secondarily realizes how desperate he must have just sounded. It doesn't abate the urge very much but he does slide a hand in front of his face as if to put a physical barrier between this gentleman and his own embarrassment. ]

My mistake. Not what I thought it was.

[ It didn't even matter what it was! Regardless, Raphael's offer humbles him, grounds him enough to try and regain his own composure. There was something else there, something simultaneously soothing about this man's presence as much as it was intimidating. The longer he lingers around him the more he gets the urge to bolt. Bricks persists in spite of all that. ] My apologies, I must be daft. Or um... short sighted.

[ He nervously half laughs at his own joke. By comparison Raphael had several inches over him, to say nothing for his eyepatch and actual limited vision from it. ]

That's quite kind of you.