For the most part, Dave is Punchy Lite. Much milder, much less abrasive. Much like the difference between bear mace and lemons. Not that he wouldn't flirt, given the chance, but he can take a hint.

"You wouldn't be the first girl with guns bigger than mine." He idly gives his skinny arm a flex to demonstrate the profound lack of bulk there. "Hi... Again. Uh." He dropped that ball so hard it fell through the floor. "Do you need someone to spot you or can I interest you in a little bit of fisticuffs?" Some boys don't hit girls, Dave hits everyone. He'll hit himself.