*Nervous. Very nervous. His hand was on the hip of a naga that looked extremely attractive. His grip on his sword was tighter, because that's all he could rely on when he was nervous. As long as he felt safe, he was ok. But as she lent in, it all got a little too uncomfortable.*<br/><br/>U-uh... I was staring? Oh No no no... I was... u-uh... Looking at your hand. Yeah, tight grip... you got there...<br/><br/>*He tried to unsheathe his sword but he couldn't move. He was just too nervous.*