Duncan knocked at the door. He didn't need to bother, probably; she knew he was coming, after all, and no one else was going to be in the house. A lifetime of having good manners drilled into you in hard to ignore, though. Well, for him it was.
He wasn't nervous, actually. A little excited maybe, in that breathless way that happens when you're dead smitten with someone and know it and about to see them any minute. But not nervous. He was beginning to get used to the idea what whatever he wanted to do with Zelda was okay by her. Or whatever he didn't do, more to the point.
He thought a lot about the things they weren't doing. Maybe this would be a chance to explore a bit. He hoped so, anyway. It wasn't like he was holding back for fun, or as some bizarre test, or even because he was afraid. He just...didn't rush into things. Even if he wanted to. No footie pajamas in the world were going to be enough to interfere with that, he was sure, no matter what she'd said.