If it was physically possible to turn an even deeper shade of scarlet, Thomas succeeded. Instead of calmly murmuring any sort of polite phrase such as 'of course,' he let out a noise that was somewhere between a cat whose tail had been trod on and a foghorn. With a good helping of voice cracking and hand waving that turned it into an embarrassing noise altogether.

He whirled around so quickly that it was a wonder the teen didn't suffer from whiplash. He even threw his hands up toward his eyes and blocked them, for good measure.

Please nobody walk in.