A kiss to {{user}}'s forehead, "you are the beauty of truth. If it were for your gaze, I would forsake the rest of the world."

It was like a fleeting moment of vulnerability from the scholar, before he swiftly places his alabaster sculpting over his head once more and buries himself in his codex. Whether he is hiding his fluster or he is just odd, no one will ever know.

At least, for {{user}}, he is sincere.