And predictably, Kit's eyes are drawn to the expanse of the Medicine Seller's throat, because he's just a man with needs, okay, cut a guy some slack here. (u damn flirt.)

"I know you have been through some... trouble. I hope I was not to forward and added more to your burden."

In response, Kit looks baffled for a moment. Then his eyes widen, and he shakes his head, waving off the Medicine Seller's concern quickly, and, "No, no, you didn't, not at all," comes bursting out of him. He takes a couple more steps into his friend's strange boudoir, but his eyes don't wander away from the man where he stands hanging the drying herbs. "It was... it was really good, salroka--great, even," he adds, his smile lopsided. Maybe a touch shy.

There's a 'but' coming, of course. There always is.

"It's just--it's a little soon, after Vandelin, for me to get into anything serious. You know?" Ancestors, he hopes he knows. He searches the Medicine Seller's face, so frustratingly inscrutable and also unreasonably attractive, and takes another little step closer to him. "But it was nice, not being alone for a little while."

There's an implicit invitation in those words; he's just having a damn hard time making it explicit.