Her constant giggling was infectious, but not in the way that made him giggle but in the way that he couldn't stop smiling. He was strangely becoming so happy whenever he was around her, and that was odd. Dominic wasn't a one girl type of guy. Not because he didn't want to be, but because it was expected of him after all these years. He was Dominic Skeeter, playboy, rich boy, prince. Everything girls tended to faun over until they realized how much of an asshole he was. But he tended to act differently towards Eveline all of the sudden. Funny how this could all stem from just one night.
When he came back over to her after his scare, he couldn't take the frown on her face. But of course, at first he misinterpreted its meaning. Really he thought it was because the moment was over, the magic gone, the jig up. But then the more he honestly started to dig his mind as to what could have made her unhappy, it dawned on him. He heard it of course, he could hear everything. But Eveline...
He came back over to her and brushed her face with his finger. He knew there was muggle surgeries that could fix hearing impairments, but not without a lot of pain and strange devices protruding from the head. The thought of something like that happening to her made him quiver. He just wished there was some sort of spell. He leaned in and kissed both sides of her hair, which covered her ears before pulling her close. He didn't ever want her to frown like that. He buried his face in her neck, hoping that this wasn't completely ruined.