He gave a flustered step back as the young man lunged towards him, but not so far as to be missed by the towel entirely. Oh. Oh! Thank you? It was odd to be helped so eagerly, and by someone who was not, well... It was ODD, but not unpleasant. He was grateful.

"I'm alright. Thank you," he replied breathless, distressed and alarmed by the mess in his hair, and still a little surprised by the attempt to catch it, but otherwise unharmed. He pat his pale curls and lamented that some of his hair felt very sticky. Oh, this would be next to impossible to remove without a good washing, and he wasn't going to do that here! Which meant he was going to have to walk back to the dormitories looking like this. His poor vanity. His poor, poor vanity! He was quite put-out by the whole thing. Time to get extra dessert and curl up with a good book and make himself feel better after this trying ordeal. "Just wounded pride and injured vanity." Using the offered towel, he wiped what he could back from his face, which meant, unfortunately, further into his hair. "You have quite the reflexes. ...Sports, I gather?"