It is a little hard for him to gauge exactly what that reaction means, considering how difficult Daneel can be to read, at times. Amusement? Confusion? Polite discomfort? Complete and utter abhorrence? Okay, he's pretty sure it isn't the last one, but you never know.

"They're for you," he answers, voice quick in the way that it gets when he is nervous and can't seem to stop himself from saying everything that comes into his mind, "I remembered how much you liked them and I thought they'd brighten up the room and make you feel a bit more at home here, and also I was hoping they could double as an apology, for uh, how I behaved last night."

It's been a long time since Ned has gotten drunk enough not to really remember what he'd done or said. He doesn't like that feeling at all, now that he's sober. Doesn't like feeling out of control. He remembers going by Daneel's house, remembers his brilliant idea, remembers practically dragging him here and then falling asleep in his bed, all over him.

He hands Daneel the flowers and then shoves his hands into his pockets quickly.