[ That hadn't been the positive response he'd been hoping for, and for a moment, his own smile wavers, falls a little. Had he overstepped after all? It was one thing for Wriothesley to be a little irritated about being dragged out of the basement - he'd expected that to an extent, after all. But seeing Basch less than pleased at his new proximity had his chest clenching tight on his next inhale.

Maybe this really had been a mistake...

Rubbing his free hand at the back of his neck, he tries to offer a little laugh, brushing it off as he lets go of the man's hand. He'd clearly already made this awkward enough. ]

Well, technically, I moved me. But the next door was a surprise, yeah. [ One he'd thought would be a good one, but he was apparently striking out left and right today. ]

I can... request another one, if you'd prefer?