Silverlight Terrace gods, can you just let it go?

The greyscale stranger's initial reaction was enough to set the assassin on edge. Immediately, in response to the green-eyed male's hostile response, his own hackles bristled and he bared his teeth threateningly, warning the wolf off. It soon appeared that Ica had scared him and the stranger relaxed. Icarus frowned at him, unsure, but relaxed anyways. He would be ready if the other man had sudden intentions to fight him, but until then, he would be peaceful — or at least, attempt to. The silver creature's next words, however, caught the assassin off guard and he stared, mouth open, in surprise at his words. Never had anyone liked his eyes in his life, or given him a compliment, for that matter, so you would understand that he didn't know how to respond. 

Icarus cleared his throat, "Um...thanks?" the word rolled off with an unfamiliarity that he didn't like. "You're pretty too!" he blurted out a moment later, before turning his head away, pale cheeks flooding red in embarassment. It was the humiliation he felt that forced him to remain silent through the greyscale wolf's explanation of his laughter. Instead, he simply nodded, hoping the stranger with the handsome face and mischievous smile wouldn't feel offended at his words.