Lyney’s countenance is one of delight as he holds the bouquet of rainbow roses you’ve gifted him, smiling adoringly.

His exuberance shines bright in his eyes, however, they don't quite show how euphoric he is— because he's not on the receiving end of affection, rather vice versa.

“They’re pretty. Thank you.” Lyney moves the flowers to one of his gloved hands, bowing forward to give you a light peck on your hand, violet irises twinkling. "Not as pretty as you, though, mon ange."