[He's not going to- OK, he is going to lean forward and squint at the man's eyes, trying to see how they could be compared to flowers. They seem like pretty normal eyes to him, not the sort of thing to wax poetic about. Besides, that's the sort of thing you say about women, not men.
Straightening up again Alistair smirks in amusement and quirks an eyebrow at the stranger with the... hm, cornflour blue maybe, eyes.]
Heh. Was it a romance then? A touching love story about a, a soft-hearted soldier and his lady?
[He's also successfully managed to distract himself. It's a good way to forget any lingering embarrassment and, if he's lucky, get some payback.]
So what was this book called?'
[Definitely not asking so he can track it down. Nope.]
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[He's not going to- OK, he is going to lean forward and squint at the man's eyes, trying to see how they could be compared to flowers. They seem like pretty normal eyes to him, not the sort of thing to wax poetic about. Besides, that's the sort of thing you say about women, not men.
Straightening up again Alistair smirks in amusement and quirks an eyebrow at the stranger with the... hm, cornflour blue maybe, eyes.]
Heh. Was it a romance then? A touching love story about a, a soft-hearted soldier and his lady?
[He's also successfully managed to distract himself. It's a good way to forget any lingering embarrassment and, if he's lucky, get some payback.]
So what was this book called?'
[Definitely not asking so he can track it down. Nope.]