[Yes, yes it is. Rowan leans into the hair ruffling, and is oddly comforted. Normally, he hates things like that, finds them condescending, but this time is definitely different.]
You're nothing like the others. The rest either wanted to fuck me or they didn't, but you're giving me so many mixed signals, I don't even know what to think anymore. And I barely even know you! [His breath hitches unexpectedly, and he's a little shocked to realise that maybe he's not as okay with all this as he seems to be. And he's not usually this blunt.]