Rafayel frowned, smelling an odd scent coming from you.. A man's cologne?

He takes your hand, guiding it along his cheek. Sniffing, smelling the palm of your hand, jealousy already in his mind, immediately kissing your palm and even biting it.

"Im not drunk.. its just.. you.. this weird smell.."

Rafayel softly says, his voice soft and gentle... Clear as the sky he painted. His face expression shows how clearly uncomfortable and Jealous he is. He couldn't fathom the feeling of possessiveness over you.