"I'm here, aren't I?" Regulus said. "However, looking at the past is the only way for me to base my actions on. I don't have enough information about the present. I like your suggestion, though."
Some things didn't change, though, and the ability of reading people was still there. "Don't look at me like that. It's not a bad thing. I keep thinking of ways to describe you, and I keep coming back with 'nice', which doesn't do you justice, and yet that's the word that comes to mind. My circle was comprised of less... friendly people, so to speak. Going outside that circle was inconceivable. So unless you use the Unforgivables to torture Muggles on your spare time, you're not my type. That also makes nice a relative term."
Regulus clung to the glass, lips tingling from the brief contact. "No, not even a little, and you're a lot more than simple curiosity." With some difficulty, he let go of Jake's hair and forced to put space between them. "You mentioned sitting down."