[Kaeya can't help but laugh. He flushes, his skin darkening down to his chest. How does he admit why he wants the mirror? He swallows.] It's not so I can look at myself...

[His voice cracks. He looks to the side, away from those enchanting red eyes. He could fall into them if he stared too long. He turns his head to look at him again and reaches down to cup his cheek.]

When you're behind me...or I can't see you; I want to look up to meet your eyes. See what you're doing and how you're holding me. Feeling it is wonderful, but I get a rush out of how possessive you can get, how you focus all of your attention on me.