Greg's insides twisted uncomfortably when their eyes met. If anything rattled him, it was direct eye contact. Although, the person who sought out his gaze was usually unnerved in return. His dull gray eyes were vacant of expression, seemingly devoid of life, and capable of chilling to the bone. Simply put, they gave people the heebie jeebies.
"I'd say you were seeking attention," he muttered in response to Loki's look. "Don't act surprised when you're inevitably looked at. Takes away the charm."
He raised his brows, then looked back down at his crossword puzzle and pretended to think of a five letter word for "earthy paradises." In actuality, he was still considering Gothboy's fate.