"I feel like that question is a trap," he replies with a laugh. "If I say none, you'll just say you don't believe me. But to be honest, in my youth, I was much more likely to accidentally summon friends than make illusory ones. The magma mephit, the rabbits, Tara..."
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..."
Harley squeaks when he stands up while holding her and then starts taking her through the study. His little slip of the tongue makes her blush, and then blush more when she considers the phrase 'slip of the tongue.'
"Gale!" She's helpless with laughter and buries her face against the side of his neck. "You sure don't make it any easier for yourself! Yes, hurry and take me to bed before you can misspeak again."
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She runs her fingers over his hair and sprinkles light kisses across his cheeks.
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"Gale!" She's helpless with laughter and buries her face against the side of his neck. "You sure don't make it any easier for yourself! Yes, hurry and take me to bed before you can misspeak again."