spirit of life

It was when he leaned that smidge closer that he caught the scent of something else. Hormones. It was a thick smell, which immediately electrified the neurons in his brain, quickly connected from one sense to the next. Nagendra leaned back to his original position, somewhat surprised (though more or less managing to keep from blatantly staring with revelation). He smiled at her reply, trying to keep his thoughts from… slipping. ”And you,” he said, his quirky smile tugging along farther on one side of his face. He tried not to inhale very deeply; now that he had noticed, it smelled too appealing. ”Oh?” he carry on. ”One you care to share, or not?” he would ask delicately, brows lifted a tad. He couldn't quite tell from her manner, but there was always the possibility that she was here under bad circumstances. And of course Nagendra didn't wish to upset her.