"Um," Vince furrowed his brow, narrowing his eyes, reeeeaallly taking a good, long look at his hetero-lifemate. Did he look okay? His index and thumb uplifted toward his own chin to rub an invisible beard, twirl it, flick it over his shoulder like Pai Mai in Kill Bill Vol. 2. "You're looking especially bearded and pitch-forky. Though, you've never been as handsome! You handsome bearded devil, you. How'd you get to be so awesome?" he was, of course, just joking. This much perhaps evident in how he kept his eyes wide, mouth agape, but smeared a campaign of a smile somehow all over his mouth without even one twitch of it showing.
The tip of his boot kicked the leg of the chair directly beside him It moved out to show its face for Paul to steal its seat aside him. The King of the Seas belonged sitting next to the King of Heaven.