[ he's careful to keep his expression neutral, careful to keep it light. ]

But blue would offset your eyes and there was a shop near here...

[ his voice trailed off as he turned, pondering the street signage and waiting for his heart to stop thumping. He had expected Oswald to pull away; it had gone according to his plan. But while he didn't mind that touch of cool fingers against his face, he craved more --

but she had taught him to ask why, why, why did he crave touch, crave contact, crave the feeling of skin against his own and warmth around his shoulders? Why? But he had no answer, and so he simply tilted his head back, catching Oswald's gaze. ] It's enough for now, since I have no intention of doing any of it. Don't you want to know what happens if you break all the rules?