Bian tilted Dican's face from side to side, his eyes narrowing with surgical precision. He scrutinized the Farian prince's pupils, the twitch of his cheeks, the softness of his expression—every little detail. He was searching for something specific. For a moment, Dican's dreamy, docile gaze flickered and his lips parted as if to say something. But it wasn't the clear, calculating stare of the second prince of Farian royalty.
Still just that devoted, gooey-eyed look.
Bian exhaled, shoulders slackening.
"Phew," he muttered, almost under his breath. "Thought it stopped working."
