Magnus wasn't agreeing to a movie and takeout because he had to. He wanted to spend the evening with him. A tiny voice in the back of his head warned him that it was because Magnus wanted him to be dessert, but it was easy to ignore.

"You want to have a date with me." It almost sounded like a question, and he couldn't hide the smile that the thought caused. The first open smile that he'd given Magnus since the incubus had been summoned to the apartment. "It's not an order. I don't want to give you orders. You shouldn't be forced to do things." He was rambling. He needed to stop before he embarrassed himself or Magnus changed his mind about the date. "I'd like it to be a date."