Grouse Thicket drinking at a playground, tequila for one

Bruges' gaze didn't falter or leave the fiery femme, too enthralled with the look of her and the way the colours of her pelt seemed to swim before his eyes. The little light mark on her forehead was enchanting, and almost looked like a third eye, when he considered the silver hue of her orbs. As enchanted as he was with her, he couldn't help but join her in giggling and laughing when he heard her speak, and fall into a gale of laughter herself. He shook his head- slowly, though, as there was already too much visual calamity happening before his eyes. 

"No," He said, and reached out to touch her forehead gingerly, where the white mark trailed down her forelead like a small, white gem. "You're amazing. Amazing," He said, breath fanning over the top of her head before he pulled back, but continued to gaze at her with a calm look that was both present and vacant at the same time.