Looks like a habit. Sounds like a habit. {‘the confusion eases into something more like wry amusement, and he cocked his head, arms folding over his chest.} Did you just call me beautiful? And that— you look like an imp. Don’t grin at me like that. That’s not getting you off whatever hook you’re about to get stuck on.
It is but it’s not a bad habit to me. [ — he nods to himself before he suppressed a laugh, amused at the male’s actions ] Should I call you handsome then? [ — there was a slight hint of teasing on the tone of his question before he let his brows wiggle playfully, grinning still ] And no, I don’t look like an imp, heh.