[He gives a huff. Curse Gale for being observant enough to key into his anxiety. But he isn't about to hide it, he lowers his hand, shaking his finger out with a flick of his wrist.]

It's all rather new territory for me, dearest. And not one I thought I'd ever have a chance to tread.

[He bites at his lip, indenting it with a fang before he remembers himself and tucks it away with a shake of his head.]

I suppose I—am worried. If she doesn't think well of me I would be loathe to come between the two of you.