Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

The weight lifted from his shoulder slightly, and he exhaled too. While she hadn't pulled away, she'd simply sat up- and he'd been hoping that even that wouldn't change. When she mentioned her skills, he scooted closer to her, so that his shoulder rested against hers again. "I only trust one witch," He said. "And if you're wondering which witch I wish to trust," He said, "It's you." He nipped at a fringe of blonde fur near her cheek, finally pulling away so that he wasn't crowding her. He felt it was best not to push her boundaries, so she wouldn't get overwhelmed or spooked. He had to keep things casual, he thought, otherwise she might elect to leave simply because maybe, being wanted by someone might frighten her off. 

"Yeaaah, I mean, yeah, you can consider other options, but at the end of the day," He said, with a mock-haughty chuckle, "Yer not gonna find another place like this one, I tell ya, Fenn," He said. Like a salesman, he was ready to spit out a pitch, if she was inclined to hear it. He could think up a million reasons for her to find the Glen better than any other place if it would convince her to stay. "Think of it- you'd even get to be the foundation witch. The very first. Fennec, the first of her name, Foundation Witch of Firefly Glen."