"Yes." He felt his face warm up again but tried to ignore it. When she didn't respond immediately, he regretted telling her. It was a bad idea, and he knew he should have waited. Harry looked down at his lap for a few moments, only daring to look up at her again when she suggested trying it. "Really? If... if you want to," he stumbled, trying to sound nonchalant. "It's really up to you." Curse Petersen for making things that were perfectly fine before, amazingly complicated. But it was the nature of the place. He supposed having his parents alive, well, and young came at a price.