The Sunspire dandelion fluff

Zane didn't even clue in that she was nervous.  He thought she was playing coy, which only made his (entirely too avid) interest skyrocket all the more.  Teya.  Short and sweet, just like mine.  He stretched nonchalantly, but definitely attempted to do so in a way that would give her all the good angles.  Name's Zane.  I'm not looking to brag or anything, but you're definitely lucky, running into me up here.  He circled, looking out, as though keeping an eye out for hidden enemies who he'd totally taken care of, oh yes indeed.

But I think I'm the real lucky one here, getting to hang out with an angel like yourself.  There was zero subtly when he made this remark, and while anyone with half a brain might have cringed, he said it with the sheer conviction of a wolf who knew it would work.  Fuck yeah, see, that's how you treat a chick.  She could take that compliment for free, but hell, he wouldn't be mad if it won him some points.  Please let it me some points.