Damon met with a pair on eyes, almost so clear he could see his own reflection in them. The contact didn’t last for long as he continued studying the stranger in front of him, not uttering a word— neither planning to. But then, the male started speaking, the voice somewhat unexpected to the inked one. He wasn’t sure what he had contemplated the latter to sound like, but definitely not this soft, airy chime brushing against his ear drums. Expression blank as always, immediately thoughts rambled in his head, repeating the sentences brought to him. Normally he wouldn’t even care to listen; shrugging and walking off. But this one was merely at least a tad bit interesting— fascinating, even. One without and one within. It took him a while, keeping the lull long. “Glove.” He finally said, damping his lips as if speaking was alien.
Unwavering as their gazes were, they locked and held as he remained transfixed upon the other man. There was no thought in him that he ought to look away—he had caught his attention and that was, essentially, the purpose of it all. The next question in his mind was not whether he could make the man pause, but if his riddle would be understood. There was a charm in riddles, as life was full of them, if you knew where to look. So with this particular one spoken, he waited, for he had more than enough time to spare, until a word was uttered in response. And once it was, an impish smile briefly lit over Taemin’s lips. “You’re correct”, he admitted, perhaps even a little pleased that this man had figured it out. Taking a hand out of his pocket, he extended it, as upon a pale palm rested a lemon candy. “I’m afraid I only have this on me that can be given, unless you can think of something that I cannot. I don’t know what these taste like, but I understand they should be good.”
