He smiles, blushing faintly at the compliment. Caleb had to be focusing hard to say that so smoothly to him. To say something he meant without censoring himself somehow.

"Gracias..." he whispered, looking pleased with himself and very touched, "A little earlier? 6:30 should be fine, and we can get to the castle by 7:00." One day, JP would have to teach Caleb how to cook. That's all that unspoken of incident meant. When they had time, if they ever had time.