"I have a point about very many things," Kingsley said, wondering if he should get up and leave; if he was risking the current amiable atmosphere by sticking around. Things between them were always just moment or two from imploding. It had been that way for as long as they'd known each other, through numerous attempts at relationships and at being just friends.
For a brief moment he thought about casting a locking charm on the door, and acting on the desire that always ran at a low-grade fever whenever he was in the same space as her. It would be easy; he knew her well enough to know just how to make it happen. But it would be a terrible idea, he was still able to think well enough to know that.
"Yeah. I really should." He stood, made a move towards the door. "But hey, maybe we could grab dinner some night. As friends."