Even without the effects of the spiked drink Kexing’s stare is intense, dark and easy to draw people in. It’s simply glossed with lust right now. The hunger is unmasked and only accentuated by the way the fan covers part of his face, leaving only his eyes unobscured.

The man seems flustered, so Kexing waits with patience (only because Henry isn’t hard on the eyes). Well, maybe not only that. There’s something fetching about him, exotic in Kexing’s eyes. He cants his head when Henry finally speaks, a welcoming smile curling his lips.

“We don’t know each other yet,” he corrects.