Alastor had dusted his hands off a bit before coming to find her, but when he reached out to brush at the streak of dust on her cheek, it merely smudged. Shrugging, he leaned against the wall much as he had with Vance.
"Is the fact I don't want to rush into anything really driving you that crazy?" he asked, getting straight to the first point. It probably would have been better for him to wait on this. But, it seemed to be the day for difficult conversations. First Potter, then Vance. Might as well get them all out of the way in one day.
"I thought you'd said you were okay with taking things slow."