[ This suits him better, she thinks, spending an extra second or two studying the new addition of his unshielded eyes. Or eye, as the case may be, with his bangs swept roguishly over one side like that. Lighter just radiates cool no matter what he does, doesn’t he? ]

Oh, very satisfied, trust me. No complaints. [ Mayou’s lips hook up at the corners just a hair, an expression usually partially hidden by her scarf if not for how she’s still semi-leaned into his space. Given his wardrobe she’d almost expected to see blue or brown eyes, but… ] So they’re green… I like it.

[ With that last bit voiced sotto voce – speaking to herself out loud, mostly, but a compliment is a compliment even if implied – the couch creaks under her weight as Mayou straightens up again, crossing one leg over the other at the knee. ]

Ha, funny you bring that up – I don’t think I’ve ever owned a pair of sunglasses. [ Huh. ] What would look good on me in your expert opinion? Heart shaped lenses, pink tint, something like that?