"Isn't that comb a little too pretty for you, Zayne? Why don't you just give it to her instead of pretending like you are buying it for yourself?" Finn asked, pitying Zayne. It had to be torture not being able to spoil the woman you liked especially when you could afford to do so.
Zayne handed the money over to the stall owner and picked up the comb Rose wanted. "You have nice teeth," he said, looking down at Finn.
"Thank you. Wait," Finn covered his mouth.
Unlike many in the army whose teeth were too yellow or rotten for Finn's liking, he took care of his teeth the best that he could. Finn needed his teeth to stay as they were now since a charming smile was one of the ways to a lady's heart.
Finn stepped away from Zayne to protect his precious teeth. If Zayne were to knock one out, Finn would never open his mouth again.
