Riku rolled his eyes at the expression, looking aside. He was only brought back down when Lea reached out and touched his hair, tipping his chin up as he brought a finger underneath it.

--ugh, what was that flutter in his stomach? He looked embarrassed and shy as he looked away--he hadn't meant to make Lea to reassure him of that. He wanted to retort with a quiet sap, but only could murmur 'thanks', before he wrinkled his nose.

"I will. ... your face isn't dashingly handsome, you're no prince," Riku stated with raised brows, trying not to smile. "But you're..." his voice faltered and he pressed a fist against his face. How did he talk himself into a corner again. "... handsome. I guess. Captivating? Uh... attention-grabbing-ly? That's not it..."