He looked back while he was watched - even studied - coolly curious but not alarmed or growing restless under a very, frankly, heavy gaze. He didn't refuse to blink, he didn't blink more quickly. He just... watched Malgus watch him.

He wasn't particularly uncomfortable with that, and he wasn't uncomfortable with the concept of love.

Eventually, he slowly raised his eyebrows.

"I'll take that to mean you're finished with the subject. If you'll stop staring at me long enough to allow me to move without feeling I've lost a battle of wills, I will find out the schedule of ships leaving the planet."