"Lord," Scout exhales, embarrassed, leaving that conversation there.

He's easily lead along to the next location, and seems equally unsure of what to do in front of a camera. He'd better get used to it for the night, though - he knows he owes the Senior Swords a picture or two as well... but if this is his biggest concern this evening, that's not too bad. Focusing on Flint instead of thinking about being photographed, he smiles a little softly.

"Me either. Honestly, it never even crossed my mind as a possibility. Even at the end of last year."