He still has a good idea that Verity digs his goofy looks. It only inspires more listening to her heart or any kind of sigh. Her airborne nature does make it less of a worry of whether or not she will fall.

"I do but--" well, she is magic herself. Matt lifts his head and swears he can hear a kind of tinkling, twinkling noise. Magic is not detected in the usual way. And his skin feels a tickle coming out as a laugh in him as his feet leave the ground. Happy thoughts she said. Mrs. Verity Willis Murdock. Sleeping in. The night air on his face. "Woah." His sense of balance is impeccable. He still reaches out for her hand. There's Bobbi to think about after all.

"That's more like it."