Definitely getting whiplash.

Mamoru isn't sure how to react now. He'd come out expecting someone mature, poised and professional, if possibly a bit chilly from the circumstances. He saw someone acting like a child. Now he's being toted back to his home like it's hers to show-- not his-- and an unsettlingly sugary manner. He offers no resistance to being pulled along like a hapless doll, partly because he's too busy being confused.

"Um... Sure." How quick he is to lose the helm. This doesn't bode well.