"Great," he said, with a wash of relief that made his smile widen a little, even as the prospect of stepping out her door was dimming his spirits. "I'll -"
Well, whatever it was he had been about to do, it could certainly wait. He hadn't thought it possible to be surprised again, but this was something else entirely, and he didn't help matters by taking hold of her waist again, shutting his eyes and drawing her in as close as he could. After a few moments he found himself wondering what would happen if he just started back in towards her couch - perhaps she'd come along. They were only books, after all ... they would be all right for a little while ... But then she stepped back and he let go, letting his disappointment settle down. He really should try to stay reasonable.
"I'll see you," he said, grinning like bit of an idiot and waving as he stepped over the threshold and made his way through the garden. He would have to keep himself from writing as soon as he got home, somehow. How long was he supposed to wait? Was there a rule?