Blackbeak Bluff if you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised

The shadow was undeniably smug upon hearing Engel's words, but her outward response was more humble. She licked his face a few times, gently.
You're so romantic, Engel-- Tine looked shocked at herself. I-- I mean...
She looked away again, briefly, then met the red-cloaked male's eyes. Her own were wide, vulnerable. No one has ever been interested in me like this before... I don't know how any of it works. The girl's tone was soft, almost ashamed, and painfully blunt. She knew when and how to play up her youth; no emotion truly touched her at his strange, unimpressive description of her eye color. But what mattered was that he had given her the opportunity to pretend she was enchanted by it.