Jacob can't help being flattered. They've always been few and far between, and he's always hungry for them. From Charles more than anyone else, because he trusts them to be true, to be offered freely and with no other motive than to speak the truth as he sees it.

He lowers he eyes just for a heartbeat as if it will hide the pleasure that the compliment brings. It doesn't. There's very little that could diminish that smile.

"You aren't so bad yourself. That blue suits you. It really suits you." Charles is handsome all the time, whatever he chooses to wear, whatever form he's in. But something about that colour is perfect in him, and Jacob's hands move to smooth over his shoulders as they dance.