“Hm. Handsome, maybe. I’ll need to study you in daylight to be sure before I sign off entirely on that assessment.”

His hand withdraws entirely from the curve of that shoulder at last— but instead of resting at his own side, it first flicks gently across the underside of Barrow’s chin. A playful gesture. Nothing more.

“Dear boy, good— or lack thereof— is only ever a matter of perspective.”