Fairspell Meadow I am drawn to you

Eventually the man notices him, and immediately his ears flush with heat, flattening briefly to his skull as he registers the smirk. Oh — he's hot. He glances away briefly as the man speaks, heat creeping up his cheeks now despite his attempts to crush the feeling, but his gaze is drawn back after a moment. The man is attractive in the way a particularly finely-crafted dagger might be (if Alarian knew what those were, anyway), sharp even at a glance and oddly magnetic. His eyes remind him of Eris.
Um, He swallows and tries to remember how to speak, reminded of meeting Samothes and Mahler for the first time. Somehow, he hasn't gotten any better at this. No? He winces a little; he hadn't meant it to come out like a question, but there it is, and lord help this poor stranger if he doesn't happen to have a firm answer either.