[Feeling his anxiety rise at the thought of a man controlled entirely by clockwork, Carlisle is about to comment on how that all sounds frightfully complicated and excuse himself from the conversation; however, Oscar invites him to continue said conversation somewhere out of the cold, and he instead finds himself nodding complacently, eager to hear more on a topic he knows he finds unnerving. He should go home, he tells himself. This isn't right.

But the second he leans back as though considering turning, he feels that yearning to be closer once more. It's not necessarily romantic, but it is certainly out-of-place and frustratingly strong, curbing his desire to leave almost entirely. He feigns that he was simply stepping back to look at the weather.]

It- it is a bit foreboding, isn't it? Perhaps we could, ah. You still live near here, right? I don't mean to invite myself in, but it would be convenient for you to simply be home, I suppose. And then I could just leave once we've... conversed.

[Good save.]