ice ice baby

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"Speech!"
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't watching her between bites of his meal and sips of his own. He was careful about it though, sneaking glances rather than making it obvious by staring. Even in the darkness of the frigid north, the brightness of the ice around them cast enough light for him to take in her features while he finished his meal. Gold etched into her darker face and toes, body lightening into a pale blue. They didn't look too dissimilar honestly, mere opposites whereas Jokull himself wore his darkest colors if he had pants (and knew what they were to make the association). Even in the flicker of the flame he could tell their eyes matched, though by now he was most careful to not be caught looking and was right to do so as she questioned him similarly to how he had teased her.

There was really nothing he could say that wouldn't make him worry if the roles were reversed. Even those with the worst intentions would've lied in favor of gaining trust, especially that of a young girl. He wouldn't say that she went as far to make him uncomfortable, but he certainly hoped that he hadn't made her feel as such. Even with the wine settling within, he was sober enough to act appropriately and even if she hadn't intended for it, wasn't going to add to what he'd already had. More wine probably wasn't the best idea, at least not if he wanted to keep her comfortable with his presence while alone in the middle of the frozen no where.

"I hope that you aren't, but I'd understand and you're certainly free to leave whenever you'd like." He didn't want to stop her, and with the wine he wasn't sure how she was handling it. Some it would make friendly, others flirty, and he'd even heard of some that it made aggressive. Even if he didn't want her to leave yet, the strange feeling she would inevitably feel from the wine if she wasn't already did make him somewhat nervous.