[ The touch has him stilling, blinking at Essek expectantly and getting back pretty much what he thought he would. Appreciation and awkwardness. He nods and offers a reassuring smile as the drow leaves, then looks back at the kitchen table covered in candies with hands planted on his hips, letting out a breath once alone. At least he knows not to take Essek's teasing seriously anymore, it's got to be all for show. An attitude instead of an invitation.
He eats the last square of caramel, tusks be damned. ]
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He eats the last square of caramel, tusks be damned. ]