Hushed Willows east of the sun

Ah, well, this was a pickle. Some kind of commitment - however small - to becoming knowable to someone else. It was unfamiliar territory for the St. Clair - uncomfortable territory. He wasn't sure how to traverse it. And he should've said no, that he needed to leave, that he had business elsewhere, that...

"Yeah, I could stay around here." 

Icy eyes widened a bit at his own voice, and he fought to keep his ears from pressing backward. His expression was mostly schooled into a neutral one - years of practice - but he was internally surprised. 

Alejandro cleared his throat and picked at the rabbit. "What about you? You staying around here?" he asked, trying to sound more casual than he felt.