His face flushed, and he considered his words.

How did he express a yearning to get to know him, man to man? To know each other not as servant and better, but as two young men of an age and an inkling that there could be something between them? Something that the world might not understand, but something nonetheless?

… What would Chaim say?

“I want your father to like me!” he blurted out.

… Probably not that.