He put one arm behind his head, the other outstretched and waving. (No, silly, I meant me! You're probably too soft to punch.)

He took the rejection in stride.

(Darn! Oh well, thanks for interpreting! Your feelers are really neat. You could totally be a pokemon-human ambassador or something. Bye Sylvia! Bye Sylvia's master! It was nice to meet you. Let's play together again sometime okay?) He waved and trod across the upper floor, eager to get back in the game.