Alice was one of the only people acquainted with exactly how much effort Raven put into his hair. He was entirely too vain to be unkempt, even if he looked it at times. If only they average person knew how expensive his artfully ripped jeans and faded t-shirts cost. Plebeians. All of them. Really, he was pretty enough without those things. He just liked to look good, in his own definition of the word.
He didn't make any move to leave, either. Not when she'd just given him that reaction.
He was pretty patient, all things considered. "Yes you do." And he played another few chords, starting another song that was both slow and soothing to the ear. "Don't be shy, Harvest Queen."