The knight blinks. He had thought, when she referred to what she was, that she meant such things as physical attributes and abilities. Timidity is something having to do with personality, something more malleable in his mind -- or at least, he hopes so, given just what parts of himself he's striving to overcome. The idea of such characteristics being so deeply ingrained is something that alarms him a little, but fortunately, she speaks again before he has time to dwell on it properly.

"It's, ah. It's a kissing closet," he says. He sounds apologetic. "It's a lot like the, um, the mistletoe, just...not so seasonal. I suppose."