[ He's guessing though, that the man doesn't want his pity, so he schools his expression and chuckles: ]

Pfff! You really are making me work at it! What a strongbox you are, that really was the right metaphor, hahaha! But if you insist, I'll.... touch the bouquet, too. If we're both touching it, then we'll both be in love, right? For the purposes of this curse, it should work. And then...

[ He steps forwards again, reaching to cup the side of the man's face, while simultaneously trying to brush his fingers down the man's arm, towards where he's clutching the dead bouquet. ]