Maes looks down at Sora. This was a very new side to Sora. Maes looks around and then nudges Sora with his foot, "Come on. Let's have a seat. We can talk. I already have a coffee, but do you want me to get you something?" There weren't a lot of options, and he couldn't tell if Sora was the type to drink coffee or not. Still, he'd offer.

He pulls out a chair from a nearby table to make a point of sitting there so maybe Sora will get off of the floor. "Technically we're already dead...and while that probably makes us more experts than most, I don't think you're going to die from this," he waves his free hand dismissively. "It doesn't make you either of those things," he takes a sip from his coffee and then gently sets it on the table. "It just means you either aren't ready for that kind of relationship or just haven't found the person that connects with you in that way. Besides, all relationships are different, just like all people are different." He really hadn't expected his teasing to upset Sora so much, but he supposed in some ways that was just another marker of his inexperience about these things.