[ From this distance Rook's eyes are enchanting. Such a striking green in comparison the darker, chilled waters they find themselves coiled up together in... it almost makes him feel a little nervous.

Webbed fingers slide through blond hair, curling what strands he can around their clawed tips. It's selfish to do something like this, but he doesn't wish to pursue this any further with only his assumptions.

This close and this intimate... and with that striking green looking directly into his own gaze. Briefly he ponders using his own unique magic here--to ask the vice any question he pleases (and there are many...)--but that would likely drive a wedge between this contact he doesn't want to end.

Jade tears his eyes away with a sigh as his hand comes up to cup his own cheek. ]

Merfolk are very particular and possessive regarding their mates. I would loathe for you to regret stepping into such a commitment unknowingly.

[ His tail tightens again, this time inching up Rook's elongated torso in hopes to collect more of him to hold.]