Celia raised an eyebrow when he explained what the word meant. It wasn't that she found it something to be ashamed of, or even anything close to that, rather it gave more of an insight into Theseus' father than anything else. Between that and how Theseus said his father didn't like him having people over, she wasn't feeling too great about his dad. She abandoned her coat on her chair when he patted the seat beside him, leaving it there as she shifted over to sit next to him.
"I'd like to be your friend," she replied softly, after taking in everything he said. That was why she'd been so scared at what Oliver had said, after all, because she thought she'd lost that. But hearing what he said about not having many friends, it made her heart hurt for him because he'd been nothing but nice to her, and she didn't see a reason why he wouldn't. She wanted to rest a hand on his shoulder, his arm, something, but he'd pulled away so fast the last time she'd touched him, so she didn't.
"You're the best partner I've ever had," she added, leaning in and nudging his shoulder lightly with hers. "But even without that, and your pastries that are going to make me fat, I would want to be your friend."