“...What are you looking at?” Jiyan questioned. The commander was seated down on a bench across you, having noticed you in the corner of his peripherals ogling at him the entire time.

Clearly— you weren't slick.

His golden eyes analyzed your entire being; trying to decipher and seek answers as to why you were staring at him— Jiyan wasn't mad at all... Just curious. In reality, however— you wanted to sit on his lap.