Re: On the train: The Schoolboy/The Witch
He flushed, there was no denying the heat that swept up through his cheeks, because even if he had no dishonourable intentions, he was well aware that the implication of it could exist, and it would be lying if he did not say he had no interest at all in the way they were dancing together, or in spending time in a place where he felt more freely available to be himself without the eyes of those on the train car.
"You only think I'm one of those stuffy boys up the hill," he told her, with a quick grin. "I'm not very like them at all." And this seemed very true. Perhaps more and more true with each passing moment, because the idea of taking her back to his compartment didn't seem unreasonable at all. Privacy didn't need to breed anything inappropriate - not for her or him - but he rather thought he'd be more comfortable.
Was that music he heard?
He tilted his head up. "Are you..." He looked over, and she looked as if she were trying very hard, and maybe not just for the dancing, even though the steps were still ongoing. He missed one, but hopped to catch up, his own fingers tightening around hers. He knew this dance, he thought. Maybe not exactly the steps she was giving him, but a dance like this - he'd done it before. Several times he was fairly certain. "Morgaine?"