[ If he notices (he does), he doesn't say anything. Mostly from sheer anxiety, ironically soothed by the faint touch, there and gone again. Still, he stays obedient to the cause of a fair fight, unshielded gaze flicking upwards. He has green eyes. His pupils reflect red, like the dim flutter of embers. And he looks like he hasn't had a good night's sleep in months, quite frankly, but otherwise...

All normal. Exhaling, he rights himself, bangs still naturally covering most of his right eye. ]

Dunno, seems like that was more for your benefit than mine. I hope everything's to your satisfaction.

[ Unable to help himself, he cants his head downwards again in consideration — ]

It's not a bad look for you, though. You sure you don't want a pair?