"No, please join me." Though he so often enjoys the solitude of his morning runs--or, back home, of those hours in the converted ballroom at Black Elm, training and drilling through one thing or another--the prospect of getting to know Caleb a little better is not one he's about to turn down. "The company would be nice."

He feels the vibration of his phone in the pocket of his sweats, and he pulls it out, seeing a message from Alex on the screen; another request for him to come back to the Bramford...and another suggestion of what might await him when he does. Ran into Caleb, he types back, a faint smile on his face and a light flush along his cheeks even as he tries to project a sense of unruffled calm. Mind what you say.

Coughing lightly, he puts his phone away again. "Where were you headed? I tend to turn around just before the boardwalk, but if you had another route in mind...?"