[Eben wants to touch S'rahz's ears, their movements gaining his attention every time they flick, especially the little downward motion that came when the guy smiled. The ears aren't strange, just different, and it takes all of his resolve to keep from reaching out or asking if he can touch them.]

Never really thought of it like that.

[His mouth opens, a flash of surprise flitting across his features at the thought. Eben liked the idea that they were a gift from his parents, made him feel more connected to them, made the vines feel special. When he releases his breath, his lips puff out, and he smiles, corners of his eyes crinkling, increasingly delighted with S'rahz.]

So, your markings. They're unique to you? Nobody else's face looks quite like yours.

[He realizes he's not asking on the last part, sort of an off handed and distracted compliment. Eben's not always so obvious, and sometimes he says things without being aware that he's talking. He never means anything by it, he's just never had so many opportunities to express himself as he does now, and he's not always certain how to do it.

But, flirting. He's picked up a little of that, and he enjoys every minute of it.]

S'rahz. The Sunseeker. I like that a lot.

[Eben slides forward on his stool, arm dropping to rest along the edge of the bar, the tip of one finger gently tapping at the surface. His hand is close to S'rahz's arm, but he only looks down at the position of his arm briefly before he raises his eyes to meet the other's.]

If you're native to this world, does that mean you live somewhere near here.