Back by the barn, Jamie dusts the earth off his hands and rises to his feet, brow furrowed at some sort of internal debate. The sound of their voices finally punctures his distraction and he follows it with his eyes, seeming to just now notice the woman on the porch. A wide smile crosses his face, dominating his features, and his long strides make quick work of catching up with Eleanor.

"Except such a lovely welcoming party," he says, smooth but charming enough about it that it doesn't come off as insincere drivel. "Usually there are more teeth."

See? Harmless.