He hopes she can't see the warmth spreading through his cheeks, though she might be able to feel it. She says 'sweet', but it was more like the desperation of a lonely little boy with more magical prowess than charm. At least he improved on both fronts as an adult. "That's enough of that, I think," he says, standing and bringing her with him, lifting her with her legs still around him to carry her back through the study. "Time for bed. Er-" He looks up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to hide the embarrassment but almost tripping over that same pile of books (he makes a mental note to remove it from the floor entirely). "Literally bed, of course, because, well, you know..."