"Oh - well, good -" It was nice to be able to think she was getting something out of it, too, because letting someone drag him around and dress him seemed a little too passive ... But then he was turning to stand against a wall without really knowing why, and his mouth went a bit dry at the sight of the camera. "Are you sure we need - I mean, surely they can just ... infer ..."
But he'd agreed. And he'd been telling himself for ages that he didn't know anyone who read Witch Weekly anyway. He really hoped it was still true, because his face was probably about to be in it somewhere. "Just - neck down, yes? Just clothes, and all?"