"While you don't owe me anything I'm not going to turn down a date," Kian smiled, sunlight that streamed in through the windows glinting of extended canine teeth. Such a thing should have made him look predatory but it didn't, the shape of his smile and the brightness in his eyes softening it. Which was good. Kaden seemed much more at ease and that laugh. All soft and sweet just like the man across from him, "especially not when I'm asked by adorable men,"<br/><br/>The pale haired man then stopped, cheeks heating. What was he thinking? The poor guy just had a panic attack and Kian was hitting on him. What if he thought Kian only helped because he though Kaden was cute and wanted to get close to him? Would he get scared? What if he didn't even swing that way and was just being nice and Kian had to balls it all up? What if this triggered another attack? Why on earth couldn't he think before he spoke?<br/><br/>With an expression akin to that of a scolded kitten's Kian dropped his gaze back to his drink. Sure it was just light flirting but...why couldn't he just have kept his big mouth shut, "I...uh, sorry. If I made you nervous I mean. I'm not...I...that wasn't my intention,"<br/><br/>Not lifting his gaze Kian fiddle with his lid. If he moved topics maybe he could stem the worst of it. Right? It wouldn't be too bad. And if Kaden really felt uncomfortable then Kian would just make an excuse and go. No problems.<br/><br/>"I-I imagine you don't particularly care for cold tea," Kian shifted his weight in his seat, still not lifting his gaze, "I can't blame you hot drinks aren't all that great cold..."<br/><br/>Why did his stupid self have to go make everything awkward? Why couldn't he just not said the first thing that popped into his head?