Errol moved as if to walk over, but a feeling in his gut made him uneasy. That same vague, unsettled feeling he'd had since returning, but suddenly turned up. He shook his head by way of response, and while he attempted to figure out how to say "I'm sure I've dreamed of you" in a way that didn't sound offensive. And considering the nature of some--most--of those dreams... he shook his head again. If he'd been a different person he would have started pacing. Instead, despite standing still, he still managed to give the impression of restlessness and anxiousness, a rare thing for him. He prided himself on his usual self-control.
"I may be imagining things," he said finally, looking back at her and then away again. One hand darted up toward his neck and rubbed at it briefly before he caught the motion and it returned to his pocket.