Once his hair was no longer dripping down his neck, Eugene debated the merits is taking off his shirt to dry out, but it seemed that Miss MacFusty was already uncomfortable (and rightly so, given the impropriety of they're situation), and so he thought better of it. Once he got near the fire he would probably be alright.

He didn't dare move until she told him to, however, and so he busied himself trying to dry off whatever else it was he could reasonably make a difference with.

It was a close call though, when she brought up what he'd been starting to address earlier in the evening, he almost turned to look at her, but caught himself just in time. What a time to have this conversation. Still, they would be better a while and nobody was listening in... "I forgot about that entirely," And he had, truthfully after received that had transpired in the last few minutes, he had completely forgotten his original intention for their walk.

"Is it alright if I come closer to the fire?" He was starting to shiver now.