This is bad. This is really bad.

He can’t possibly be feeling these things, he can’t! What unruly urge has been stirring with his every glance at you to provoke such a flutter in his heart? The knight doesn’t even think to blink, his thoughts are too deeply engrossed in this can of worms.

Argenti has never quite found himself attracted to a man before. As far as he knows, the only interest he’s ever had is with women, and then with his beloved goddess Idrila. Yet with each time he greets you—each wave and laugh you offer him; each smile and act of service—he finds himself questioning this belief. He should not be thinking about these things; it is foolish to believe he likes men. . .

Suddenly feeling his hand being pulled from beneath his own head, Argenti finally snaps back into reality, his head being forced to hang low for a minute as he gets used to being at attention again. He shuffles slightly in his seat at the banquet table.

“What was that for?” He groans, but feels his heart skip a little as he catches your eyes at last.