[It does feel invasive if only by virtue of Armin being a mature male with preferences and libido. His face turns pink almost instantly. He knows he won't be able to lie, but he can at least...word things delicately.]

Well, I...[Oh. He's nervous, actually. There's a brief laugh - also nervous.]

Height...in men. That's one. [Don't look at your 6' tall not-but-maybe-still-boyfriend as you say this.] Uhm. Size. [Clearing his throat!]

A nice jaw, I guess. Or, maybe...just a strong face? [Has his face ever been so warm?

[It's time to talk about the women, says the world. He really hopes he doesn't manage to offend Aubrey with this somehow...]

For women, there's...ah...

Well, softness. If that makes sense. [...] The natural presence of...curves and...things like that.