Legs crossed at the knee, Leonidas sat his chin propped on his hand before he remembered he wanted to dash that habit - he didn't like the oils from his hands on his face. So he sat up a little straighter, tilting his head this way and that in a stretch before his Potions partner's little sounds caught his attention. Adara was a perfect little package of grace and beauty, marred only by those pesky freckles. The Lovecrafts had a potion for that and he wondered if she would be interested.
His eyes traced over the line of her jaw, her plush pillow lips, and then up to her silver eyes before he made himself look back at his book. Did her noises mean she was frustrated by the potion instructions? Or questions? Or perhaps she liked it? He didn't know her well enough to know what that meant, but a moment later, he could feel her eyes on him. He kept his gaze on the list of potions ingredients, letting her have her look.
After a moment, he said, "Did you have a question on the potion, Adara?" He met her gaze as his dark hair fell over his forehead. "Or are you ready to get started?" But he didn't move an inch.
