Pot and Kettle

Something fluttered within him at her words and he couldn't hold back a grin. Another time, then. Before pulling back and attempting to awkwardly retreat to the door. After all, he could barely process what was happening, let alone what the repercussions of this would be. Having never allowed himself to openly show his affection for Aoife. Not like this, never like this in the past. This was new ground that he was terrified to tread upon, afraid of ruining what their friendship was.

He'd not gotten very far, hesitating as further awkwardness settled in. Maker help him, he didn't want to leave. But he also knew there'd be curious questions as to his disappearance. He'd cancelled and left a meeting in a rush at the behest of a Mabari, whisked away a still unnamed prisoner, and hasn't resurfaced since. If his advisors didn't hound him for it, certainly the Grand Cleric would find a way to involve herself.

But then, he also remembered Tofa. Sweet, innocent little Tofa curled up on a pillow on Aoife's bed. A deep breath and he was turning back around to Aoife. Color had risen to decorate his cheeks. Of course, I... didn't mean to imply... He trailed off, unsure of the words he really needed in the moment.

Sebastian slowly realized he was completely out of his depth. Clearly not having thought even this far in advance. I can stay if you like, he amended after a long pause. It seems Tofa is rather comfortable, anyway. He gave a slight chuckle, gesturing at the snoozing critter.