"Don't stare at me so hard, I'll choke on my meal." Dream scolds. "What's on my face anyway that you haven't seen before?"
Dale averts his gaze in record time, looking everywhere but at Dream - he was pretty sure Dream wouldn't want to know the answer to that question.
It couldn't possibly end well if he told the other, that staring at him was quite an enjoyable pastime, how his eyes seemed to shift from blue to grey with the lighting and how his brows furrowed ever so slightly while he was trying to get food on his fork, cheeks bulging with each bite… so he went for what anyone else would have said…
"You've got a fleck of food on your lip." He mutters.
Dream's eyes widened at this, disbelief clearly written on his face as he reaches out a leg under the table to hit Dale but the Alpha easily grabs his ankle and Dream's eyes only gets wider.
