Oh no. He was coming across as a creep. Thomas certainly didn't intend in this though it wasn't surprising given the circumstance pertaining to their meeting; it wasn't exactly how you were supposed to meet other people (though it would have been Tommy's preference over other, less entertaining, social engagements - like one of Thom's "parties").
Though flirting, he wasn't. Was he? Truthfully, Thomas had no real experience on what flirting was - so it could very well have been that how he was acting was, in fact, flirting. He wasn't one to understand the concept of romance and affection.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry. I was just bein' nice. I don't mean t'sound shady. I was always taught to be respectful and nice to those around me, especially those that deserve it." Thomas nodded with assurance at his words; recalling the time his father told him very similar.
You're a Quidditch players son, lad, so act like one and be a good sport - especially to those with money.
Granted he was very young when his father said this and the context was remarkably different but Thomas had found it translated rather well into his day-to-day life.
Thomas watched intently as she ran the fabric through her hands, her thumbs examining the soft material and intricate stitching. His eyebrows were furrowed as if he was focusing a little too much on the fabric as she spoke about skin tones and undertones and lighting and whatever else it was.
He wanted to understand. He truly, with utmost sincerity, really wanted to; but the words coming out her mouth might as well have been a foreign language of some description. He looked up from the fabric and tried to note her skin and what exactly she meant by warm undertones.
Thomas nodded and tried his absolute hardest to assure her that he was listening (which, in fairness, he was - he just didn't understand) and wasn't the uneducated fool she likely thought he was by now, "Yea'. That makes sense. Because you're probably really warm, especially if you wear something made out of that." Thomas nodded, "You need something that will keep you cool. I understand. Because the colour will make your undertones stay cool because they're warm." Thomas nodded throughout his words with a confident tone.
And, you couldn't fault the guy, at least he was confident in what he was saying.
Though flirting, he wasn't. Was he? Truthfully, Thomas had no real experience on what flirting was - so it could very well have been that how he was acting was, in fact, flirting. He wasn't one to understand the concept of romance and affection.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry. I was just bein' nice. I don't mean t'sound shady. I was always taught to be respectful and nice to those around me, especially those that deserve it." Thomas nodded with assurance at his words; recalling the time his father told him very similar.
You're a Quidditch players son, lad, so act like one and be a good sport - especially to those with money.
Granted he was very young when his father said this and the context was remarkably different but Thomas had found it translated rather well into his day-to-day life.
Thomas watched intently as she ran the fabric through her hands, her thumbs examining the soft material and intricate stitching. His eyebrows were furrowed as if he was focusing a little too much on the fabric as she spoke about skin tones and undertones and lighting and whatever else it was.
He wanted to understand. He truly, with utmost sincerity, really wanted to; but the words coming out her mouth might as well have been a foreign language of some description. He looked up from the fabric and tried to note her skin and what exactly she meant by warm undertones.
Thomas nodded and tried his absolute hardest to assure her that he was listening (which, in fairness, he was - he just didn't understand) and wasn't the uneducated fool she likely thought he was by now, "Yea'. That makes sense. Because you're probably really warm, especially if you wear something made out of that." Thomas nodded, "You need something that will keep you cool. I understand. Because the colour will make your undertones stay cool because they're warm." Thomas nodded throughout his words with a confident tone.
And, you couldn't fault the guy, at least he was confident in what he was saying.