[ What a way to strick a man dusky-red and speechless, Eichi. Asra had to swallow against the sudden tightness in his throat, and ducked his head, covering his face once more. ]

I-i... That is, I.... I thank you, for the. The compliment.

[ Gods, it's so awkward to his own ears that it just makes his face burn more, and he smoothed his own hair delicately back from his face. ]

If I faint from blushing, I hope you know that it'd be your fault, I feel compelled to let you know. And-- surely you must know that you're you
re beautiful, too...?

[ He slips inside after Eichi, smiling despite the weightless threat, and lifted their hands to kiss the other man's knuckles. ]

I-- I love tea! But you sit down, on the other side of the counter, and I'll make it. It'll need to steep for a while, anyway. What kind do you like, and which cabinet do you keep it in...?