When Aliana continued staring at him in stunned silence, Cillian raised his hands slightly in surrender. "Well, I come in peace. I promise."
Still, Aliana did not move.
Instead, her eyes slowly travelled over him, inspecting every inch of his frame, scanning his shoulders and back in a way that made Cillian feel awkwardly self-conscious, suspended in mid-air.
Clearing his throat, Cillian flashed a wicked smirk. "I am fully aware that I am a visual masterpiece, sister-in-law, but your husband will flay me alive if you keep checking me out with such thorough enthusiasm."
Both Aliana and Winston creased their brows at his remark.
"I am not checking you out," Aliana instantly retorted.
"If not that, then pray tell, why are you examining me like I am a prize specimen?" Cillian asked, resting a casual hand against the outer ledge of the windowsill, taking care to keep his fingers outside the humming barrier.
