[He can’t hope to guess at the communication going down between witch and golem, but Thomas never would have guessed this outcome, anyway. When she takes his hands, they’re warm with his power nearly vibrating beneath, and he blinks in utter surprise — and curls his fingers against hers instinctively.

It’s hard to feel… overwrought, and raw, and melancholy, when she’s so bright.

Even so, as much as he would love to take her up on this sudden offer, for it would be helpful to him on a logistical scale, too, he would truly be a cad if he did not clarify:]

Are you so willing to throw your lot in with me that you would… aid me on a whim? For a date?

[Oh, if only it were so simple.]

I would so love to say yes, but I must be honest with you, to give you the chance to change your mind. I am not here on contract. I’m here on personal request. Morgan’s personal request.