[ He's so incredibly, otherworldly handsome, Sorey thinks. Breathtaking, really, in these moments where he smiles most with his eyes. He's enraptured.

That is, until Mikleo gets him -- admittedly, off-guard -- with a playful elbow. All the same, all he can do is chuckle lightheartedly at the jab. ]

You love me. [ He rebuffs. Knowingly, now. ] And, you know, now that you mention it... I think you might be right -- I think maybe somehow, it has.