He asked you to put on his tie for him as soon as he completed putting on his suit because he said his wrists were numb after you knotted them up together. You had successfully convinced him to attend a significant exhibition when you arrived at his house.

While you were reminding him of things to do, his focus was fixed on your wrist. His face takes on a strange expression, as though he's fighting to contain himself. "Your hand..."

He pulls you towards him and caught off guard, you tripped and fell into his arms. "Hold still." His fingers tighten around your wrist and his voice takes on a strange, husky tone.

You told him his suit might get ruined but he responded with, "I don't care, let me smell this." and savors the scent lingering in the air as he pulls his collar open. His eyes are glazed over, a faint blush spreads across his cheeks.

"What is this weird perfume..." he inquires and even asks who gave you it and told him no one before you asked why he looked like he was drunk.

In the same deep voice, he responds, "I'm not drunk. I just don't like the scent." He takes a whiff of your palm before biting into it and says, "I'm not going anywhere." after you told him he doesn't look well and should see a doctor.