He startled a little at Ballentyne's exclamation, quickly following the surprised expression with a good humoured laugh. That was one thing he hadn't worried about - nobody cared about some wizard who'd gone and gotten himself bit by a werewolf south of the border. Robin recovered and turned in peace, sans a scandal.

"No, I understand, nobody wants attention from the public eye," he paused once her ankle rested fully on the knee of the other leg. "I'm thinking more, you know, personal relations. Friends, family, lovers. They look away, it breeds distance. Keep this position for a minute, nice deep breaths while we're here."

The wizard stepped back, adjusting the legs slightly while he continued to chat. "That's what was hanging over my head when I wrote to Bal," he sighed, though it was a pleasant sigh. "Nobody wants to hear from an ex they haven't spoken to in years, much less one who's written with news like mine."

Robin lifted his fingers in mock jazz hands. "Surprise I need a couch to crash on! Oh and I'm a werewolf now!" he grinned and looked younger for it. "But I didn't have to worry. Sometimes you just expect the worse because it's all you got for years."

It was a strange new feeling to be able to expect courtesy and real warmth again, from unexpected corners.