You were staring. Again. And you didn't even realize it.

"You know I can see you staring at me, right, Doll?" Griffin said quietly. You look away, blushing. "Yeah, and it's not the first time either." He continues, his eyes on you now. "On missions, in meetings, across the dinner table..." He takes a sip of his whiskey.

"Why don't you come over here and tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours when you're looking at me."