Are you what? Eyes widening she gave him a startled look, her gaze wandering so she didn’t have to look at him. Then a sudden change of sentence, the breath she was holding passing quickly through her lips with a soft sound. “Uh- yeah…. Is-Is that your natural hair color?” What kind of question was that?
He doesn’t bother asking what she means by that, as he supposes the answer that he would make wouldn’t make much sense in itself. “—-…” Or just, not at all? Ian doesn’t even take notice to the uncomfortable silence he had produced after her own question. His eyes remained unfocused until they trailed over slowly to the features of her face with moderate curiosity. She’s very pretty in a sort of forlorn, washed up way. “My…hair…looks… … … .warm.” What.