( it's not his intention to be calculated. contrary to a powerful and cautious witch's belief, he intends with pure and wholesome motives to be honest. the bonnie he knows — the one he left behind — has not been brimming with magics for some time, forced to endure an existence without, in hiding as she is.

he doesn't anticipate that one touch between them will set off alarms, but her knee-jerk reaction has him rueful. enzo pauses at it, stills where he is, hovering halfway over the table and halfway into his seat, and then breaks into a chastened smile.

he's not concerned, transparency considered. enzo sits, his expression at ease and equally open and warm. ) You haven't experienced the pleasure yet. ( the answer is a tease and a flirt, though not meant to be smug.

he adds, with a sincerity, ) But I look forward to being your friend, Bonnie. If you'll have me. ( he searches her eyes minutely at the last. the truth is when he learned about time discrepancies and the notion of her being here at all, he wasn't elated. (if she doesn't remember him, then they've both lost something. if she's here, she's hardly safe.)

then he remembered they could be together at all.

and he has always been an incurable romantic. )