Terry leaned back slightly against Ernie, grinning. "Fantastic," he said. "I was hoping you wouldn't think me too much of a dork." He smiled shyly, but then frowned in confusion. "What, like with Spell-o-Tape?" He couldn't see how that would work. "And the mother wasn't a witch?"
Terry blushed as Ernie said it could be romantic, and leaned a little more into the other man. "I hope so," he said shyly. "So, I think we go that way." He pointed north. "Do you mind walking, or we can get a, what's it called? A toxi?" He shook his head. "I mean, a taxi?"
He hoped Ernie wanted to walk, there were warming charms they could do to stay warm, and walking meant they could brush together and hold hands and just spend more time together.