[More experienced, and more well read, as it happens! But he still feels terribly nervous. Because kissing changes things, and he doesn't really like that. It already changed the fact that he won't be fooling around with Arthur so carelessly from now on, and he knows kissing Aranea would just utterly destroy everything he's worked so hard for. Herbert would leave him, he'd be lost to her whims, distracted and torn from his path. As much as he loves the idea of kissing her, he recognizes it as simply not safe.]
[Not that kissing Herbert is going to be any better, but this way, he simply can't predict the outcome.]
[He nods as Herbert directs him to transfigure the desks, turning them into an elegant darkwood couch, with deep burgundy velvet cushions. He takes off his outer robe, draping it over the arm before sitting down, making sure it's comfortable enough, then folds his hands in his lap and looks up at Herbert, licking his lips]
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[Not that kissing Herbert is going to be any better, but this way, he simply can't predict the outcome.]
[He nods as Herbert directs him to transfigure the desks, turning them into an elegant darkwood couch, with deep burgundy velvet cushions. He takes off his outer robe, draping it over the arm before sitting down, making sure it's comfortable enough, then folds his hands in his lap and looks up at Herbert, licking his lips]