She'd pieced together what he'd been intending with the fog right away, which felt gratifying; she was also keeping of thinking them out of sight. "Angles, Miss Moony," he teased, though she probably had the right of it. The boathouse would have sheltered them from the castle doors themselves, and the chances of this area being approached from another direction at this time of day was unlikely. Not impossible, though; he'd been wandering the shore of the lake, and she had too. They might not have been the only ones. Better if they had some audible notice of approaching visitors before they could be seen, either way.

"Now anything," he said suggestively. He didn't really know what he was doing here, but he was hoping that if Miss Moony started something then he'd be quick to figure it out as he went. Did she know what she was doing? It was hard to tell — she certainly wasn't as shy as girls were allegedly supposed to be. "Would you... maybe feel a little safer from the squid if I were..." he took two small steps closer to her, which brought them close enough that there would have been rumors flying and house points deducted if someone could see them, but he still hadn't touched her yet. "...here?"

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