He'd changed. Syris thought glaring. It hadn't been obvious, but be it the way he spoke or the way he smiled and laughed, the grace with which he did so felt so wrong like it was a scheme to give him what he wanted.
"You're such a dick!"
Altair shrugged his shoulders, allowing a smile to rise across his lips. "Have I ever told you I quite like your eyes? They are like two pale blue sapphires. Peerless beneath the Heavens." he reached for them, curling a finger across her cheeks, brushing a strand of her silvery hair away.
"W-W-What are you saying! Dummy!" Slapping his hand away, Syris leaped back like a nimble cat, her finger reeling up and down. "You can't say stuff like that! I-I-I'll tell Ren!"
"Please do… Ren will surely have an interesting expression."
