"Come on, dude, you're going to drop it!" Eric tried for a fake around, looking to use what little knowledge he had of sports maneuvers to grab the phone out of his date's hand. When it didn't work he stepped back with a huff.
"You're awfully worried about the police coming for someone that supposedly has no reason to be." He pointed out, crossing his arms across his chest. "What, are you some kind of wanted murderer or something." A thought occurred, clearly written in both suspicion and surprise on his features. "Is that why you came on this blind date? Am I like your next victim or something?"
The creepy mist wasn't forgotten, but he was having a hard time focusing on the potential danger that lied there when his supposed "Perfectly fine, normal" date was acting like a sketchy asshole.