"Always pleased to help," Charlie assured him and closed his hand into a tight fist to keep the borrowed warmth in. "I'll - um - carry on with my set. Nice to meet you, Deacon."
That was Charlie playing it cool. He went back to the vaulting horse and hopped back up onto it. By the time Deacon left he was swinging happily again so it wasn't too obvious that he watched him all the way to the door.