#halsimp

or his dark eyes disrespectfully taking you in from across the fire while you’re reviewing how the adventure of the day went. You glance at him to make sure he feels included

And he holds your gaze for a moment, long enough for you to know something’s on his mind.

The usually logical elf is finding it hard to keep his mind on planning and logistics tonight, as the evenings begin to lose their chill and the flower buds begin to form on bare branches.

He excuses himself early from the fire after the meal for several nights in a row, sometimes giving an excuse, sometimes not.

You approach him to ask about how the stock of food is keeping while he works on breakfast, and you see his shoulders tighten. He answers your question, but avoids looking at you.

Some of the sauce from the meal splashes up onto his arm from his suddenly forceful stirs, and you take the opportunity wipe it from the forearms you’ve admired since day one.

You don’t notice his jaw clench or his heart rate increase at your touch.

With your unfortunately lacking knowledge of Druidic practices, you have no idea that this sweet, thoughtful elf that you’ve flirted with since the party has been dropping hints; that this polite, bulwark of a man wants nothing more than to caress your face and get lost in your sounds of pleasure.