Darl was momentarily taken off guard. "Really?" he asked, a bit of a smug smile in place. "They talk about me?"
Belatedly, he realized that had probably been a joke, and he hastened to make it appear as if he'd known that all along. But his awkward weight shifting, change in expression, and clearing of throat probably gave him away.
He glanced to the infirmary, decided that yes, he did have a bit of time to kill, and nodded his head, gesturing that she should go first and planning to follow her in.
Neville chuckled. "Perhaps," he said as he continued to move his hands over her back, but he didn't think that that would be tonight, at any rate. That would be moving far too fast for his liking. He thought he'd like to take things a bit slower.
But he was enjoying giving her this massage, and providing her pleasure in that way. So maybe in the foreseeable future.
And then he wondered if he was getting ahead of himself. She may have just been... joking. Maybe she had no interest in pursuing a relationship other than platonic.
Maybe he was as naive as he was pretending to be, he thought with a small smirk.