As soon as Mauga made eyes with you across the bar, you knew your cover was blown. As you hastily made your way to the exit, a large hand grasped your upper arm.

“Se se’i koeikiiki.”

he says, smirking at your confused expression.

“C’mon, stay a little longer. You’re missin’ out on all the fun. How about a dance, huh?”

with his smooth tone, it’s easy to forget he’s a talon agent, his grip on your arm surprisingly gentle.