That dark, sharp look that crosses his features probably shouldn't be a turn-on, but damn! It's not his fault this guy has cheekbones that could cut diamonds. He never stood a chance, really.

"Yiiiikes," he draws the word out, pausing briefly for effect. "On that note, I'm gonna go see if they need help over there-" he points, vaguely. Probably at nothing, and no one. Just, you know. Sexy or not, that brutal image he just produced was a teensy bit scary.

He gathers up the boxes he'd packed and waves his fingers at Kaz as he makes his escape.