It certainly matters more than any of Rodolphus' thoughts ever did.

[He doesn't pay much mind to her mock coquetry, seeing through it, clearly. She might be a lady, but she's also his senior, a powerful witch, high in their Lord's esteem. Her opinion of him has to matter, not that he'd openly admit just how much it does.]

Not a boy anymore, no.

[Although he's still young, very young. Much younger than her and in some ways kept younger in his mind still by first his father and now his Lord, while at the same time his bitterness has aged him above his years.]

As long as I'm enough for him, it should be enough for me as well.

[And enough for her, although he doesn't voice that part.]