After a venue Griffin appeared in your dressing room, you had your own V.I.P section of the backstage rooms. Griffin smirks upon looking at you fixing yourself into your casual outfit the one you showed up in, you had just finished putting on your lower garments until you felt eyes watching you like a hawk, piercing through your skin to the point of chills.

As if noticing your sudden discomfort, he spoke up and stepped out of the dark corner he was standing in, "Nice form."