Probably because she wanted to squeal and jump around and hug about it, and him being around would totally cramp her style. She was, after all, trying to play it cool. He could tell. If it wasn't for Sienna and the gossipy elves being around, she would probably have jumped on him and snogged him senseless already.

The horror that erupted within him at that image was enough to send him staggering back a step.

He clutched the countertop, his knuckles turning white from the sheer force that he was gripping it with, "Okay?" His voice came out small and rather high and squeaky, he was starting to feel like a trapped animal, "Want me t'go witchoo?"