Anael

"Well, it's a good thing we're not having a contest," Anael remarked with a soft smile. They might have both kept insisting on each other's beauty for a long time. He pulled his hand back again, fingers trailing off Jack's jaw slowly, reluctant to abandon the contact. Anael breathed in his tea, deeply, then took a sip, and glanced back at Jack. "How old are you, Jack?"