I...[honestly he had no idea what he was babbling about and when reproached he could only feel embarrassed, taking the chastisement he earned...and...oh, was Dorian really turning around to look at him? He wasn't sure he could handle that, but he was being made to look, held in place, eyes fixing on his own. His eyes were beautiful...piercing...]...Maker, don't look at me...I don't know what I'm saying...I just, I'm not the best navigator at this sort of thing.

[He couldn't help flitting his eyes elsewhere briefly knowing he couldn't avoid it and he didn't really want to avoid looking at Dorian, he just felt like such a novice and he knew it was showing.]

If it helps I don't always trust my judgment either...I listen to my gut and hope that it's right. Sometimes it is...and sometimes it isn't...like now, I'm just glad I haven't made you regret anything.

[Maxwell tightened his hold on the mage just a bit, his nose brushing along side his companion's nose. He really should be more honest about his own intentions, he knew that, but his intentions weren't casual, or even in the same realm.]

I suppose we're in the same boat there...but I am getting attached, I want you to know that...