Quizen stared at Coco, his eyes glued to her bright and cheerful face.
The mediator watched the black haired woman, his gaze following her every move, his attention focused on her, not leaving her form.
He took in every detail of her appearance, the way her black hair fell across her forehead, the line of her jaw, the way the corner of her eyes crinkled as she smiled, her eyes shining with delight.
He noticed the way her shoulders rolled as she relaxed and the way her lips curled up as she spoke to the pink haired mediator, and the way she tilted her head forward, laughing and revealing her neck.
He could see the way her body language changed in real time, the softness of her exposed skins looking supple that it was as if they were screaming for him to reach out and touch it.
"I want her."
Zaque's voice suddenly echoed in the back of his mind, his eyes flickering from Coco's eyes down to her lips.