Character development

He launched himself off of me as if someone had pinched him and sat on the edge of the bed, his long legs bent up at odd angles, he looked too big for the motel bed. He had a lit Newport dangling from the fingertips of his right hand which rested easily on his leg; The red glow  of it added an ethereal feel to the moment. He took a long drag from it and then turned to look at me; slowly he blew out a trail of white smoke, taking me in with his strange yellow eyes. I was still lying on the bed, watching him, it had only just dawned on me that we were done making out for the night, not for the first time I felt completely out of my element, confused…but I understood. He was trying to go at my pace while I was trying to go at his; he was making a point. 'It's up to you.'  After what seemed like forever he said:
"Do you still think I'm a perfect gentleman?" He gestured as he talked and the tip of the cigarette accented his movement.
"..You're fine" I said in a throaty voice after a moment's hesitation, I wasn't sure what else to say, I thought about saying: 'No a gentleman would have fucked me, instead of leaving me wet and confused.' But no, the words seemed clunky and awkward. All my words around him seemed clunky and awkward. Besides, I was playing the lady. Damn propriety.  
"You're shot." He said, turning away again. His way of saying 'we're done talking now.' He sucked in another lung-full.