God. God. this is so- he doesn't know how to handle this at all.

Hereward brushes encouragingly against his soul, and Magpie's presence feels too close, suddenly, even as he pulls his own hand back, tucking it under his knee, shrinking a little into himself. He's seriously glad he can't blush, right about now.

"I- yeah. Yes, I-" he says, rather awkwardly, "-would be amenable to that. I mean-" god, he feels stupid, "-that would be nice, yes."

There's a small pause, and then:

"Thank you. Magpie."