There is a blank expression from Aleron, who is just enough obtuse about social anythings to realize what it is that Cassandra is referencing. He stands there, trying to think through things what she could possibly be talking about. Mostly because until very recently, his life could be considered anything but worth celebrating. It's been mostly work, duty, grief and regrets. Only Bethany's lifted that heavy- oh.

As realization hits, his face morphs from confused to embarrassed. Marvel if you both will at him emoting anything other than lineface and stoic. Not that he's in the least ashamed of that budding romance in his life. To the contrary, it's arguably the best thing to have ever happened to him. Still not sure he deserves it, but it's welcome all the same. But he is very much not at all used to anything in his personal life being a topic of conversation.

"Yes, I suppose I do." Not that he wants to steal their thunder on their birthdays. That would be quite rude. He never ever does rude. But he looks from Malcolm with a nod of affirmation that yes there is something good afoot for once, then to Cassandra with a subdued, "She's spoken to you, then?"