Stan watched through delicate frames, the way that Killian took that moment, like some kind of inner meditation, before he was back to himself and as charming as ever.
Unfairly charming, honestly. Stan almost didn't know what to do with it.
Almost.
"We ought to," he agreed smoothly, leaning in a little closer yet. It was hard not to - even if he wasn't going to swoon like some people might over Killian, Stan wasn't completely immune. "But."