[He draws in nearer to her, and Eun finds herself caught between looking at the flower he's gifted her, and gazing into his eyes.

He's told her more than anyone else in Aspen Creek that he is dangerous and unstable. That he is to be feared, and that others walk lightly around him. He is a dominant werewolf, dominant to her, and she should not look him directly in the eyes. And yet, she cannot seem to help herself, and there is no instinct from her wolf to prevent her from doing so. It takes conscious effort to look away, as she has to remind herself to be careful. To not aggravate his wolf. But it is Asil who seems to catch her gaze on purpose.

He is difficult to resist, though she stays still for him, head tilting slightly as he brushes her hair back--his fingertip brushing past the shell of her ear.]

I could come with you.

[She hasn't yet reached out to touch him in return, not since she first offered her hand to him in the kitchen. Some part of her knows that if she does what is instinctive, like bring her hands to his sides or his chest, things would escalate at once. It's difficult to be disciplined but she is managing, only by the skin of her teeth.]

I should keep an eye on our breakfast, to make sure the scones don't bake too long. And...should this rose go into water?

[Despite all this that she says, Eun makes no move to slide out from between him and the roses, away from the touch of his hand at her back.]