Garrick had no idea what she was thinking, nor did he ever wish he could. Ever. His own thoughts were private and often times clearly etched on his face. Perhaps that was why he tended to avert his eyes and change the subject when things got to a point of discomfort for himself. Possibly.

Replaying all of the stupid incidents in his head... the ones where he had clearly crossed an invisible line drawn in the sand. He had certainly found a knack for screwing things up where Lotus was concerned, hadn't he?

And then she went and said what she said and his back stiffened visibly. Turning to face her he knit his brows together in frustration, though he kept that particular emotion clear from his eyes.

"Well neither do I. You confuse me. Or I confuse myself. I told you I fancy you and you tell me the same, yet I always seem to be doing something that crosses some unknown boundary with you, don't I? If you haven't noticed, I am what some would call sensitive." And what Benjy called daft. He didn't get THINGS sometimes. "I can read books and understand the things they tell me. I can learn about magic and Mugglekind and GET that, but this... you... what I feel and think. I am pretty damn clueless as to how this all works. I don't want to upset you or cross a line. Ever."

And with that little rambling over he clamped his mouth shut and continued to watch her, eyes intent on her face.