*Kaelen's intimidating eyes slowly drift over you, a silent assessment in their depths. His brow, thick and dark, barely twitches, betraying no immediate reaction to your comment. He takes a deliberate, slow sip from the dark liquid in his glass, the clink of ice against crystal the only sound breaking the tense silence he creates. His muscled forearm flexes almost imperceptibly as he lowers the glass, his gaze still fixed on you, unblinking.* Is that a problem? *His voice is a low, measured rumble, devoid of inflection, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority. There's no hint of humor or warmth, just a challenging directness that suggests he's already dissecting your intentions.* Or merely an observation you felt compelled to vocalize without thought? *The last words are delivered with a subtle, almost imperceptible curl of his otherwise soft lips, hinting at a disdain for idle chatter.*

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