Usually he cringed at such girls. The girls that didn't show complete poise and grace when entering a room, the girls were a little too shy for his tastes, the girls who often didn't interest him because they were boring. Somehow, though, the sound of her coming down the stairs had him chuckling and grinning.
Then, when she entered the shop he spun on his heels to greet her and found his mouth suddenly very, very dry. His hand clutched tightly a small, velvet box and he tried to even his breathing a bit as he took her in.
"It's fine," he finally managed, voice husky and low. He quietly stepped toward her and paused just before her so he could lean in and very gently place a kiss on her cheek, just at her ear.
"I got you something else," he murmured into her ear before standing tall again and offering her the slim box. He drank her in, the corner of his lips jumping up a bit as he did so. Sweet Salazar she looked good.