Now he was puzzled. Had Inigo really changed that much in the few months he'd been here? Was he actually telling the truth about how long he'd been here? Inigo was fond of downplaying certain things, after all. Had he actually been there for a year or more?

Maybe he would need to speak to the flirt.

"..."

He was pulled from his thoughts by the other man's continued words... and despite himself he could feel when his cheeks pinkened. Happy? He'd been tackled to the ground. Gerome was sure he had a bruise. Not that he would have informed Inigo of that fact.

"... I believe he was." He looked away, back down at the flower and concentrated on willing the warmth from his cheeks that had no right to be there in the slightest.