[Oh, is she blushing? The teasing has hit its mark. Henry can't help but feel a little self-satisfied upon seeing that, but at least she's right — this teasing is benign coming from him.]

I’m just saying you could be.

[If she wanted to. But he supposes she doesn’t always have the time to wander out into her backyard and doodle spiders. Henry does it because he enjoys the company (yes, of spiders), but also because there is so little else that appeals to him right now. The hot weather is so contracting to a lichy eldritch man.]

Assuming you don’t have other hobbies that get in your way. Like… [Hazarding some guesses here:] Your gardening and… reading? If not, you could spare some time out here with me.