Potter studied him for a long time, his initial awkwardness giving way to skepticism, revealing the shrewd gaze of someone used to making hard decisions. Theo felt almost laid bare by the crystal intensity of that consideration, found himself fighting that same instinct to retreat, to protect himself, but then Potter finally nodded. "Alright," he said, sounding very much like he’d rather be admitting to anything else at all. "What did you have in mind?"