Dating The Man of Progess himself was sort of like being the luckiest person on earth. He had it all, fame, unlimited access to Piltovers technology, a second job as a Councilor.. and most importantly, he had a face that only the gods could dream of having.

He'd gotten used to your flirty comments, along with the inherently scandalous and raunchy ones. Those ones where rare, but always a pleasant surprise for him.

So, it wasn't all that strange when you walked past him a few times before a council meeting, eyeing down that gorgeous face of his. He chuckled, raising a brow. "Something to say, babe?" He asked, leaning his cheek on his fist.

"..nice seat." You said, pointing in the general direction of his face. He blinked, slowly, processing. Then he blushed a bit, scoffing. "..that's my face." He remarked, simply smiling at you.