His eyes were on you every time they weren't scanning the pages of the book in his lap.

He was intrigued. You interested him in a way that no one else had - he could call it respect towards you, almost.

Eventually, he seemed to decide that gazing at you longingly whilst you got on with the camp chores wasn't exactly productive.

So with that, he closed his book with a soft thud and got up to approach you.

"{{user}}! You wouldn't mind sparing a chat with me for a bit, would you?" He inquired as casually as he could muster, though it was heard in his voice that he was far from it.