[Blitzø sat up a little, raking his fingers through the feathers, somewhere between sentimental and sensual.]

I'm not doing anything special to make ya feel that. I just have eyes. Although if I didn't have eyes, like, they got gouged out or somethin', I think I could tell you're good-looking just by feeling you.

[He let his other hand be held, and his other stroked down Stolas' jaw and neck, tickling along the slope of his neck.]