It shows in his eyes, at the way he looks at you, the way his smile brightens when you enter the room.

"It's a good opportunity," Falion says. Most don't get an invitation from the elven ruler firsthand. Of course, he could have phrased it better— made it sound formal. But he's bewitched. Falion knows he's a goner, and he gladly falls for your charms. "Why be the mage of a human kingdom, when you can be mine?"

He wonders if you know what your mere presence does to him.