She was looking around them with interest, her eyes darting around as if to respond to every stimulus the room had to offer. She shifted her hand on his shoulder and pulled away for a moment to tuck her black hair behind her ear before returning to her spot, her fingers brushing the back of his neck. She bit her bottom lip in thought before her gaze shifted back to him after a moment. Her eyes were a light grey, but they warmed to a golden brown in the center, surrounded by dark lashes. As she met his gaze, she raised one eyebrow. "What? Did I miss something?"
She flushed, her thumb brushing along his spine on the back of his neck gently. "You're being very complimentary," she said playfully. "Are you gonna kill me? Is this part of the plan?"
"Sure you are," she said lightly. "You told me that I looked lovely and now you're going after my eyes." She raised an eyebrow playfully. "That's not the Abel I'm used to."
Her smile dropped and she frowned, her brow furrowing. After a moment, she moved closer and rested her head on his chest, her face turned towards him. "...sorry. I'm bad at accepting compliments."
She wasn't looking at him, but she brought their hands to his chest, her fingers intertwined with his. "I never said I don't like it," she said quietly. "I'm just embarrassed to hear it from you."
She looked up at him in interest, squinting. "I don't think you're listening to the conversation you're supposed to be listening to."
"I would never," she replied smoothly. "I'm not a coward. It's just weird for it to be you because you don't compliment a lot."
She visibly quieted before looking up at him, squinting. "No," she said, sounding like she was forming an idea. "No. Actually, I encourage you to continue. Tell me more."
"You asked if I wanted you to stop," she said primly. "I'm responding. I want to hear what you think about me."
