There are a couple of glances cast their way as the crowd leaves that are joined with knowing grins but Metaari ignores them in favor of the elf in front of him. He'd almost forgotten what Merrick looks like in the daylight, with sun warming his skin, and he's struck.

It's unfair.

His grin softens to a faint smile and he tips his head, bringing Merrick's hand up so that he can brush his lips across his knuckles. "Of course I did. It was the best guarantee I had to find you again."