To his credit, Curtis doesn't laugh.

(The narration won't say anything about grins that may or may not happen, however.)

He takes her hand, standing up with considerable more ease than she did, and casts a look around the tiny room. "Um -- "

The only thing immediately visible is the twine Edgar made. It's been a while since those socks were on his feet, but maybe it'll work. He snatches it off the table, holds it out to Dejah, and said, "Here. It's old socks."