It's kind of Martin to say so and Harry knows things have changed in the time that has passed between his world and this, but he still knows he's different from most others. His attraction to Zoe is undeniable and yet it had built so slowly, coming to him piece by piece as he had gotten to know her better and come to care for her as a dear friend. The same could be said of how he felt for Silence. The longer he was with her, the more he had found himself attached to her and then from that had grown the physical desire for her.

That is not how it is for most other men, he's seen. His brothers had teased him relentlessly for having never married, had finally, in his late twenties, purchased a prostitute for him, worrying he'd yet to experience sex. They had been right, of course, but he hadn't found the interaction particularly enjoyable.

He's never known what that says about him, what it means.

"Well, I suppose we'll see, won't we?" he asks, smiling faintly. "And I'll be sure to let you know, unless I make a complete fool of myself."