He'd gotten Cater to flush from such simple words. Sure, Riddle's own face was burning, but he could easily blame it on the fever, blame it on his cold. Cater had no such thing to blame his own red face on. The very sight of his flushed cheeks sent a rush through Riddle. Oh he could get used to this. That look on his face, the shock, the surprise.

Those stammered little words.

One finger under his chin becomes his thumb pressing against him, his hand fully grabbing his chin now.

"Yes," Riddle confirms, trailing his thumb up to trace Cater's bottom lip. He'd already decided he wanted to do that again with Cater. Not necessarily right now, obviously, but... sometime. Someday soon. If Cater wanted it too. "I do."

Just like that his hand retracts, pulling back from the other boy.

"If you don't, then forget I ever suggested it." Shuffling on the bed, Riddle shifts down against his headboard, pulling his covers up. "I can try to find someone else to learn with, if that's the case. They won't have your expertise," Is that a compliment?? "... but I could make do, as long as I could get my hands on them."