Barclay was proud, rebellious and could have a nasty turn to his sharp tongue, but when he found himself in the precarious position of liking someone and uncertain whether he was liked back? He became shy. If Ashton were here, that's what would have caused him to worry. Ashton knew his witch.
That witch was currently envious of Thierry's easy. He listened attentively, eye contact broken when Barclay glanced down as the were mentioned 'taking care of other things'.
Barclay swallowed. His eyes found Thierry's again. "I-- I, yeah." He reached out, almost without meaning too, touching Thierry's cheek. It was glowing, radiating heat. "Heat. You also handle that well."