He grinned. She was feisty and he definitely liked feisty. “I’d put your voice on loop if I could. It’s quite lovely,” he replied, moving to walk beside her, ”Besides, I don’t have enough eyes to ‘eye’ everything I like. The more I look at you, the more I find that I like.” Dean bit his lip. He was going to have to pull out the big guns with her. The siren let his power ebb out a bit, as she stopped on her heels and he gave her a charming smile as she spoke. “The pleasure is all mine, Chaerin.”
Maybe someone else would be flattered enough to give him a little more credit, but Chaerin wasn’t one of those people. Her smirk only grew a tiny bit. He had a bizarrely unique way of complimenting, and if the dark angel was honest with herself, she hadn’t heard the voice one before. “Maybe its for the best that you can’t see everything. See too much and I might end up scaring you away, instead.” Staring up at him, she was drawn suddenly. Something about him was intriguing her, though she knew she should just turn on her heels and continue off on her way. Instead she tilted her head slightly, and shifted her weight onto one leg. “Shouldn’t you be asking for my number or something, by now?”