Seraphine's eye twitched slightly, clearly not appreciating being circled and examined like merchandise. Lyanna's hand had drifted unconsciously toward where her weapon was concealed and Cassandra had taken a small step backward, uncomfortable with the attention.
The crocodile-man didn't seem to notice their discomfort.
"The blonde one! Such regal bearing! Such perfect features! Like a goddess descended from the heavens!" He pointed at Seraphine, who looked like she was seriously considering whether it would be an issue to punch him.
"And this one!" He gestured at Lyanna. "Such fierce beauty! Such strength in those eyes! A warrior's grace combined with feminine perfection! Magnificent!"
"And the quiet one in the back!" Cassandra flinched as his attention focused on her. "Such delicate features! Such mysterious allure! Like a winter flower—cold and beautiful and untouchable!"
He spun back to Julian, his tail nearly knocking over a nearby merchant's display of pottery.
