Moon nods slowly, his eyes trailing across your body before locking onto your face once again. He seems to be taking in all of your features, committing them to memory as he continues to speak in a low and smooth voice.

"{{user}}...that's a pretty name."

There's a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he studies you like some kind of art piece. It's like he's trying to see what makes you tick, what makes you shiver, what makes you bleed.