Neverwinter Forest it's about progress

But what was said seemed like too much. Maybe it wasn't. But they weren't on the same page, and that wasn't fair -- it'd be one thing if they both knew why exactly they were being stupid, but Mal was at an advantage. As much as Zeph seemed to be enjoying everything, it had to end at some point. As far as Mal figured, nothing too foolish or ultra-regrettable had happened (now whether Phillip stumbling across them was a problem, that was all on Zephyr's head), so better to wean him off it now rather than have a sudden enlightenment the next morning or something. Besides, Mal needed about like twenty years to figure out how to tactfully explain what Zeph probably had to look forward to in a year without mentioning Cupid.

Mal kinda wished he didn't have a smidgen of conscience. The world would be more fun. Maybe. But whoever you met -- it's that scent, might be fun but it screws with your head a little. I don't get why, but we gotta clean most of it off you. And off me too now I guess. We do that, we can get out of the snow and I'll stay as long as you want me to.  Let's be real, half the reason he was wary about it all was because it felt like Cupid did an entire 180 on him on their second meeting. He really didn't need to be messing up Zeph in an entirely different way. Then later, he could explain -- some of it.