“Don’t look...” she gently reaches out for his arms, stopping him in his tracks as her gaze drifts past him to a reflective window. “The man behind you has the best smile and he's trying to outshine you.” luna
VHAAL'KRIN'S EARS PERK UP, SUDDENLY ALERT. Don't look? Is that a trap? Everyone knows you immediately need to turn around and look once somebody says that. The faded red of his eyes suddenly ignites a shade brighter, pale lashes batting at her, as if unwitting, as he stares down at the girl's hand, firmly holding his wrist and attention captive.
"The best-" he pauses, a moment before realization dawns; he doesn't check over his shoulder, but his eyelids droop a few inches, veiling his gaze as it morphs into something sluggishly flirtatious. "Luna," he leans in, a streak of playfulness in his voice. "Are you looking at my reflection again?" he presses his index against the center of her forehead, the corner of his mouth twitching, giving away his amusement. "You keep flattering me, and I'm gonna eat you up." but don't, really; he wishes to hear more about how effortlessly beautiful and captivating he is.