Barrow Fields 911 - call me sometime

Although the sprightly charmer was at first hesitant, he extended his elegant limb and exposed his injured pad. To put it simply, cas was MORTIFIED. His coquettish smile had not worked any magic on her, which was honestly, quite confusing. At least his eyes were capturing something. Though not at all interested in her, flirting often helped break the barriers between him and another. Now he had no icebreaker, and was watching a stranger tend to his wounds.
     "You from around here?" Casimir's slick persona had drizzled away in a flash, and now he was just an awkward young boy with a lanky figure. "D-don't answer that. Who are you?" He sputtered a new question, uncomfortable with the former small-talk.