Keeping his eyes averted, Eugene grabbed the wine and moved back towards the fireplace, pausing to grab the remaining pillows and blankets on his way to get comfortable. He set the pillows down and enlarged them to be more comfortable to sit on and shook out the spare blanket to wrap around his shoulders. Hopefully everything would dry out soon enough.

"No, no, just a conversation I would rather have face to face." He assured her with a tentative smile. Eugene took a seat on the cushy pillow and set the wine down on the floor in front of him, eyes trained on the fire for the moment while he revisited how he wanted to start this conversation.

"I would like to admit, given the circumstances, that there are few people I would rather be stuck in an abandoned cabin in a hurricane with." The chill in his bones was starting to ebb and the nerves were starting to rise once more. He chanced a glance at Miss MacFusty, eyes going straight to hers. "I was hoping my intentions with your time this summer were obvious, as I truly enjoy your company," More than he was prepared to admit, but he had grown rather fond of her across their acquaintance. "And therefore your continued agreement to see me meant I was not alone in that thought." Hopefully anyway. "So I hoped that's we might be able to make things a little more official, but there are some things I would like to address with you first." Merlin he hoped this storm did not extend to Hogsmeade. His knowledge of geography led him to believe otherwise, but magical storms likely did not obey normal laws of nature.

He left it there however, hoping for a little affirmation before making a fool of himself.