"Do you believe in magic?" he asks gently, then trails off as the boy steps closer. Magic is an explanation for how he got here, but the explanation as to why he smells of Roi is a little more awkward.

He meets the blue-violet gaze a moment, blushing faintly, partly because of the intimacy the leftover scents represent, partly at the thought of being marked as belonging to Roi. "We're friends," he says at last, slowly, "very good friends."

((Concentration is shot tonight, so this is my only reply, sorry.))