That touches the young farmer - the word solitary. He's getting the picture. Herbert is...lonely. Just like him. The nervous laugh, the jabbering, the way he's holding on.

Biting his lip for a moment, he reaches up, cupping the other man's cheek gently in his hand. "I would...like to learn more about you, too, Herbert. I really would." A little pause, and a wry little smile. "I'm not technically a witch, though, if I'm honest. I...I can teach you some herbalism, though. So I guess I do know some potions."

He's a little flushed with excitement - normally, he's a slow moving, patient person, but...oh, he really was just a moment from asking this boy to come home with him tonight.

In time, Solin. In time. Don't scare him off.