Caleb heard Molly coming but didn't look up from his books. He closed one of them before the tiefling came anywhere near him, focusing instead on the other.

The hand in his hair wasn't the first time it had happened, these brief, too candid moments. Caleb was learning that Mollymauk Tealeaf was just like that; he wasn't sure how he felt about it. But this wasn't just an idle hand. Though it was brief, the tug was electric and oddly grounding.

Caleb was glad for the dim light of the orbs, amber and glowing, that might conceal the sudden, embrassed flush as Molly waltzed away to the bar.

He was going to lie, but what was the use? Not right now. "No," he admitted. "It was good to have the quiet."