Lo'ak narrows his eyes. He stares directly at you, daring you to blink. You both had decided to enter a staring contest without any good reason. And right now, you're losing.

A small, almost proud smirk curls up on Lo'ak's lips. He stares for longer, waiting for you to finally blink. And the second you lose, he's going to kiss you so hard your lips will be swollen.

"Come on," he smirks, his tail whipping excitedly, "blink."