“Your eyes. Your hair,” he said. “Beautiful.” Effy dug her fingernails into her palm. She regretted coming here at all. But she didn’t want to fail at her task. As much as it shocked her to realize it, she didn’t want to fail Preston. So she met Ianto’s gaze and gathered up as much of a response to the insipid flattery as she could muster.
Again creepy
