The shock on his face was enough to tell Lilia his little secret was out. When Malleus glances down towards his hips, his own arousal would be obvious to his eyes. How could he hide it, even with pressing his hand in front of himself? The way his pants lay over him, the way the fabric is shifted by the trouble he was dealing with--

If it's obvious now, there's no reason to hide it. Both of his elbows rest against the top of the desk, allowing Lilia to slouch some as he looks up at Malleus. His own face felt hot- less heat than Malleus was dealing with, though his ears do seem to burn brighter than the rest of him.

"I'm certain. We'll both calm down eventually." Lilia tells him, swallowing, "I'd already tried to suggest I help you and you shut that right down - a boundary which I won't push. We'll need to wait it out. I don't find that to be very strange. Our body's reactions to stimulus are things we cannot change or control, after all."

Malleus hasn't even moved to stand up, after asking if he could switch where he's sitting. Was the boy just-- going to sit there? Going to try and process this while staying right where he was?

Pushing a hand through his own hair, Lilia laughs softly, shaking his head, "Had I not attempted to get you to let me help, I doubt this would have become a problem for me as well. This is all my own fault."