He drops his eyes at the comment about her watching him, a little shy at the observation -- as if she's unearthing some secret by voicing it.

"Everyone else came for her. I should be giving her a party."

This is her party! A party for both of them! Lily sits patiently at Lancelot's insistent tugging on her collar, watches Natasha hopefully with a swish of her tail as she pushes over the box and leans to sniff it. What is it? Is it for dogs? He focuses on that instead of what she said, shyness not quite dissipating because gifts almost make it worse.

"You didn't have to get me anything," he adds, a little hesitant. "Really."