When her eyes finally met his, Alvin thought he saw something flicker through, but couldn't decipher what it might be. His expression softened, something bubbled up, something he wanted to say, but wasn't sure if he should. Deciding better of it, Alvin wondered just how cross with him Mrs. Potts was going to be, as he tried to step back and nearly fell on his ass.

Wobbling on the spot, it took him a moment of surprise to regain his balance. "What the..?" He trailed off, looking at his feet and tried to move just one this time. Nope, rooted to the spot. "I uh, can't seem to step away." He admitted, torn between panic at what had happened now and then how to get out of it. What in the greenhouse would cause that?