"I don't think I could have either, my love"

Despite the soft words, his mind keeps circling back around, and Giles is keenly aware of all the ways his body can betray his thoughts. Heart, cheeks, eyes, he's just glad there isn't any loose glamour to be picked off him and lay things even barer.

"But if you wanted, I-"

Giles clears his throat rather than finish that thought. Please don't make him say it.
Or...
Maybe do.