The young man ran his hand through his dirt blonde hair, sighing as he began to speak, "Listen... Dymiira, was it? I-"<br/><br/>Arvin went silent, though his mouth was still open. For a long moment he was speechless, but he eventually gathered the strength to speak again, "I came here to... ask you to leave Lucy alone."<br/><br/>His blue eyes wandered away from her own, unabashedly exploring her body clad as it was in such sensual evening attire. Arvin himself, seemed to have just gotten off of work and certaintly didn't see any need to dress up, wearing a peasant's tunic and trousers. "I would hate to see you two fight..." He idly said as his eyes caught themselves staring at her and he turned his gaze back towards her eyes.