"How about-" Archie thought, swinging their hands gently. "And you can say no, I promise I don't mind- you can come back to my place and I'll run you a bath and you can clean up a bit. And I'll go and get our milkshakes whilst you do that. Then we can sit on my bed and have them."
Archie beamed happily, though he didn't want Wren to think that he was displeased with him, or that he was trying to lure him back under any kind of pretense (even if he did want to know what that little zesty underlying scent was).
"Or we can just-come on-" Archie started, squeezing Wren's hand again to guide him towards the town. "Get our drinks and come back here, if here is where you're more comfortable." He was fascinated. Wren obviously lived in the forest, probably didn't see a lot of other people- Archie desperately wanted to take care of him.