[ Aymeric's hand curved over the back of his neck, pleasantly dwarfing, and Cain melted in like a stroked cat, eyes closed, voice muffled against Aymeric's chest. ]

Tch.... 'course, yes, thinking... always thinking...

Ears, face... nose is straight, magic? You've been in fights. Scars? Hands, you have nice hands... Quiet, you move quiet, I like that... And tall, what... are all elves so tall... mmh