"It is definitely not a courtship." Courtship required, like, intention. And then action. They had neither, as far as he knew; vague interest didn't count.
He turned it over in his head a time or two, then hummed, satisfied. "A mutual bias," he said. "I think. Well, I mean." He frowned, then shrugged, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. "I'm assuming it's mutual."