[once he catches himself, Silver is quick to glance down, at least so that he's being polite. he doesn't look precisely away from his dormmate, of course, only offering a little smile when the man rises to his feet.

... and then Malleus asks about him, and the younger man blinks.]

Eh? Ah-- n-no, I'm fine. I'll need to-- to test to see if I have some sort of asthma reaction. Someone breathed smoke in my face, that's all.

[it's true, but that alone shouldn't make him feel so... shy. so antsy. he's suddenly reminded just how much larger Malleus is than him, how perfectly beautiful he's always been, even when Silver isn't looking directly at him, and--]

I should be fine by the time you've finished your drink.