"Uh. Howard. Mr. Calad, right?" He doesn't extend his hand, instead slipping his hands into his pockets, but he doesn't look nearly as uneasy as he feels right now, either. At least Ruffnut appears to be his age, although Zedd is certainly someone to watch out for. "I'm down with dinner, but can I ask, what are the 'feelies' and can we opt out?"

Because it sounds like either some sort of space bug pedicure or a cutesy term for a lapdance, and Howard is beyond uninterested in either.