Aether's Obsession
"Is that how humans mock intelligence?"
Elias snickered, crossing his arms as he leaned against a console, the tension between them crackling, part rivalry, part something electric and unspoken that made the air feel charged. His cheeks flushed slightly under Draven's intense gaze, but he held it, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Not mocking. It means you're smart. Obsessed with science, data, all this." He gestured to the analyzer. "I just didn't expect it from you—the playboy prince, all charm and schemes, flirting your way through the court."