Harold's eyebrows shot waaaaaay up, that flush returning in full heated force to his cheeks.

He choked briefly on an embarrassed laugh, biting his bottom lip.

"Uh. Thanks," he finally muttered, gesturing vaguely before raising one hand to the back of his own neck. Rubbing back and forth. "Not that you're not-- yeah-- very nice, but, uh." Another vague gesture, fingers splayed in the air. "Maybe I didn't mention the first time we met, that I'm getting married? In April? Yeah?"