No, that's-- um. That's fair, actually.

[He'd also like the weird pseudoflirting to stop.

He drums his fingers quietly on his books, casting his gaze aside.]

To be honest, ah- I'm not... actually really sure? What his goals are? He rather likes me, actually. [Only this time he doesn't seem too pleased by the notion.] Which-- I don't particularly want to imagine how that plays into all of his... everything else.