[his eyes flick to the hand tugging at a lock of his hair (and finally noticing the purple hue they're starting to take on), picking up on what Red Wine wants as he leans in just a little more. now, what compliments to lave Red Wine in... humming to himself, he leans in for another chaste kiss]

I think... You'd like to hear of how looking into your eyes is like drinking in the rarest wine; I find myself being drawn in by your gaze alone. The dulcet tone of your voice is like the sweetest music to my ears, music that I cannot get enough of. Your hair is like the darkening sky as the sun sets, yet vibrant in its darkness and like a comforting blanket.

[sliding a hand up, Dohalim brushes some of Red Wine's hair out of his face with gentle fingers]

Your kisses... Hm... Like miracles. Like a medicine to my veins, a balm that soothes the soul.