Cassiopeia's expression, visible to him only through the curious reflection of her gaze flickering over his own cheek, contracted in gentle bewilderment.
From her perspective, her Master had just closed his eyes, opened them, stared at her for a half-second, and declared himself beautiful with the solemnity of a man discovering fire.
"Master—"
"No, seriously. Have I always looked like this? Because this is — this is —"
Phei moved his head a fraction, admiring the way Cassiopeia's sight tracked the motion, the way the cheekbone caught the pale light like carved marble, the way the jawline did the thing jawlines were supposed to do but had never quite done on him before the awakening.
"This is obscene. This is unreasonable. No wonder I have women rolling with me. Who the hell could resist a man who looks this good? I'd throw myself at me in a broom cupboard."
Cassiopeia's sight, which he was using to see himself, blinked several times.
