[ Oh, how he adores the flustered look on Aventurine's face. The gambler normally excels at concealing his emotions and presenting a confident facade designed to draw others in, but only in front of Ratio does he express emotions like embarrassment.

It's cute. He wants to see more.

The glint in his eyes turns mischievous, and he steps closer, crowding Aventurine against his seat. ]

No, I don't think you have. I have yet to apprise you of every quality of yours that I adore. The way you effortlessly read people and garner their favour has always impressed me. Humans are complex creatures, yet to you it seems as if they are simply a textbook of their interests and weaknesses.

Though you often claim your luck is responsible for your success, I have seen the effort you put into tipping the odds in your favour. Even if you are prone to spontaneity, you do so with knowledge of the variables that matter. Everything that you have right now is a product of your hard work and luck combined.

You are beautiful, but beauty is also a product of hard work and natural endowment. You put in a considerable amount of thought and effort into your appearance [ He lightly brushes Aventurine's face with the back of his fingers ] and I would like to acknowledge that as well.

[ As he speaks, he leans down slowly, closer and closer, until there's hardly an inch between their faces. ]

But perhaps my favourite aspect of you... [ would be the expression that is likely on Aventurine's face right now. ]

...heh. I think I shall keep that a secret.

[ He abruptly pulls away to return to his seat and continue working like nothing happened. ]