“Mmhm. Despite being disgusted with your sinful ways, I can’t help but also think that you are incredibly handsome.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Damn you, Craw. Damn you.”
“That is accuarate,” she agreed, pulling him closer and kissing his neck lightly. “If it wasn’t for your intense jawline and your beautiful eyes, I would never have loved you.”
She raised an eyebrow, pulling away to look at him. “Francis Craw, your eyes are the eighth wonder of the world,” she told him, kissing the tip of his nose. “They are so, so beautiful.”
She rolled said eyes, shaking her head. “My eyes are dull and lifeless,” she told him. “If I were dead, you wouldn’t be able to tell. Let’s talk more about yours.”
He shook his head. "Your eyes are dull and lifeless. They're brilliant! Like thunderstorm clouds! I love them!"
She squinted at him. “They’re not. But your eyes... they’re something to behold, Craw. They’re so warm and lovely.”