“I appreciate your warm welcome. You’re as handsome as they say, you know—Ah, but perhaps that’s a little too forward of me so soon.” Cylvan’s crystalline eyes flickered back to him, and he smirked. Saffron’s dark prince finally sat up, smiling wickedly like Saffron had whispered something naughty in his ear. “You’ve heard of my beauty even in Alvénya?” he asked, voice low and cool.
