Noah looks down at the ground, a hand gripping his fingers while he tried not to fidget.
“Well he--they. They’re... sweet, and polite, and very well spoken. They invited me to dinner the first time we met. It--It confused me at first, but they’re growin’ on me.”
A smile grows on his face as he continues talking. He covers his blushing cheeks.
“Plus they sometimes look at me with these big doe eyes and flutter their lashes and... and I can’t help it, but it’s really cute.... I held their hand, in front of the other elders. I caught them when they almost tripped. Their hands are soft, makes me wish they’d trip more often.” He chuckles.