Paul breathes out more slowly than he would have otherwise, a sigh that isn't a sigh. The delicacy of the moment eases for him, some of his rising urgency quelled for now.

He still can't be sure what the other is thinking, behind that pleased expression, but he's made larger decisions on less information than this. You make do with what you have at hand.

"So it's settled. If there's nothing else, I should leave you to the work," Paul says, making to rise. He's still not going to ask for a name, or how and when the other will reach out. If he is any of the things Paul suspects he is, Paul's sure he has his ways.