None of this is helping his nerves; still not-quite-glaring at her with eyes-narrowed and suspicion on his face. Then, a moment later, he's sighing and opening the envelope carefully. Mostly to make sure only he can see what's in it.

Photos. He wasn't sure what he expected, but in hindsight it made sense. Slightly risque---yeah, he was going to find somewhere private to open these. He could already feel himself blushing.