His nervous expression was wiped from his face the moment she touched his cheek, instead being replaced by a warm, almost shy smile. At least she wasn't insulted by the unintentional gesture of romance. He'd be more daring (well, perhaps not so daring as to propose through card) when he was sure she actually wanted him in her life as a beau. Her touches, though not definitive, were certainly a good sign for the future.

"I'm sorry if it caused you distress," reaching up to simply brush his fingers over her wrist as she pulled her hand away. "This wouldn't be the first time we've been pranked like this," he chuckled, remembering their first kiss in 1884 after Peeves had trapped them under mistletoe.