Malecai's eyes widened in panic, his face growing red. "I-I wasn't trying to flirt." He said quickly. Malecai wasn't even sure that he knew how to flirt. Was he flirting? The son of Athena looked away from him once again to focus on the closed book that sat in his lap instead Arcas' face. The thing is - even if he was flirting, Arcas didn't seem mad about it. He'd chuckled; normally that was a good sign. Could he pull this off? Probably not. Would he attempt? Well, what kind scientist would he be if he couldn't test something?
"How do you mean, exactly?" Though shaken up, Malecai found it much easier to speak to Arcas when his eyes were closed and he couldn't see his expression. He was a smart man and knew when he was getting toyed with. Even with his turmoil, though, he was interested to see what the son of Dionysus had in mind when he spoke about "firing things up".
"How do you mean, exactly?" Though shaken up, Malecai found it much easier to speak to Arcas when his eyes were closed and he couldn't see his expression. He was a smart man and knew when he was getting toyed with. Even with his turmoil, though, he was interested to see what the son of Dionysus had in mind when he spoke about "firing things up".