"I think all of them will be new to me, unless there have been common translations of ideas between worlds. Which isn't completely improbable," Gilmore mused. "Regardless, it could be another thing we experience together for the first time." There would be a lot of those, and he was very much looking forward to them. Gilmore's smile grew, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "They can be dates. It seems appropriate that they are, don't you think?" He didn't want to think about the last time he'd had something he'd classified as a date, and it took a moment to push it away so as not to dampen the mood.
"Oh, you're always cute. Even more so when you clearly know you are," Gilmore chuckled. "It's shocking to me that you don't have a whole line of suitors trying to knock down your door. Other people are missing out," he teased, focusing himself on the broom again, on imbuing it with the power it needed to fly. He still had a lot to do, and he'd need to know what word Theo would want to activate it, but that was for later. His smile quirked up all the more as he listened to Theo talking about the duck he had been trying to cook, of all things, huffing out a little laugh at the conclusion.
"I've always been a big fan of having other people prepare me food," Gilmore said slowly, still focusing on his magic. "I'm a very busy man. And I like good food. Having other people do it for me is so much better."
His fingers tingled slightly when Theo's hands rested in his own, a tiny suggestion of the other man's magic seeping in with his own. It was nice. It was interesting, but very nice.
"I can feel your magic," he murmured. "That's good. I don't know how it'll change the ritual, but it can't hurt. I need you to think of a trigger word for it at some point," Gilmore continued slowly. "In any language. Can you feel it? What do you feel?" he asked out of interest.