[Though he’s the one to have made things more intimate, he can feel hundreds of infinitesimal things tense under his skin when Eugene draws closer. A pure, instinctual reaction devoid of logic and he knows it. But his smile holds strong and he wills himself to move with the fluid grace of a man in complete control of the situation as he has learned to long ago. A valuable skill, especially at a time when one was near-constantly under scrutiny.

Eugene may find himself slightly disappointed as Isaac is a curious creature when it comes to heat, his body cooler than the average man's would be in a comfortably warm ballroom. Even shirtless.]

'twould seem I am meant to be a raven. [He gradually relaxes into his touch, but never quite fully.] Should that indeed be the case... I will grant that 'tis a fitting choice on the Malnosso’s part.