The sudden pause to their stroll is unexpected, Joshua finding himself suddenly pulled to Dion's chest, a gloved hand cradling his face. Immediately he finds a wave of warmth wash over him as that golden gaze pierces deep, each compliment further serving to heat him.

Sharp eyes, a soft face, narrow jawline...well, all of those things were true, as were the remarks over his build and legs.

"...I suppose I figured I would not be your type." Clive would be though, surely. Then again, most people found his brother handsome. "I am glad to have been proven wrong."