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Ernie hadn't felt threatened by Theodore - perhaps he should have, perhaps he could have feared an overreaction that would have had him on the other end of a hex or a curse. He hadn't, though. In all of their encounters, nothing Theodore had ever done had indicated that he would be willing to hurt Ernie in any way, and so Ernie trusted him. In a roundabout way, it was much like him and many of his patients - there were people in his ward that other people would look at as dangerous and unstable because they acted differently, but in reality would never hurt a fly.
What Theo did with the glass spoke volumes to him - no way could he refuse such a small invitation. He took the glass and lifted it up, touching his lips to the only-just-noticeable condensation that showed where Theodore had sipped, then took a short drink. The firewhiskey burned nicely down his throat and he returned the glass to the table.
"If you're interested, then I'd love to take you out to dinner one night. Anything else would depend on how we both feel and what we're ready for. I'm patient, and I would never push." He placed a hand on the seat between them, curling his fingers over the edge a moment before relaxing his grip and gently turning his hand over. An offer, if Theodore wished to take him up on it, but one that could also be easily refused without hurt feelings.