Danny's well aware that he's not actually all that good at being a friend. He cares about people, he does, but not in the way that seems to be socially accepted, and not as easily as most people seem to. He's just not very good at being social, is all. This, though, this he can do, and gladly. He kisses her again, drawing back only when they get to the room, so he can reach for the door. "Just for my friendship?" he asks. "And here I thought you were using me for sex."