[He doesn't shrug away from it, he casts a glance to her fingers against his before letting his gaze shift back to the delicate curves of her face. He's nearing drunk but not quite there, so the transfixed stare is only for a second. It has nothing to do with the Noah of Pleasure at this moment that he's a little allured. It's more along the lines of being a man whose last outlet is no longer available, but it rekindled a low burning desire that lives easily in the bellies of most men.
Roxy's rather sweet looking, however, so his thoughts are not as gutter-worthy as they could be.]
Dove? [He cocks his head to the side. Tucks hair behind her ear.] Suits you, I'd say.