"You know." He waved vaguely. "Us." He picked up a book and flipped through it, not reading, just keeping his hands busy. He couldn't even tell you what book it was. He cleared his throat. "Miss Halliwell is, ah. A matchmaker. And I, well, asked her to help me figure things out." His nervous fingers dropped the book, and he hurriedly bent to pick it up off the floor.