It was a soft couch. Really good for sinking into, actually, and Rhys leaned in, fascinated at how quickly Cy had just given in. Some people didn't get this way even when they were completely wasted - the younger man must have needed it, which Rhys had suspected. The potions professor kept stroking, and then gently lifted Cy's glasses, letting them sit atop his head so the older man could get a better look at those marvelous eyes.

"They don't often work around me. Televisions. Your eyes really are one of the most remarkable things I've seen in a while ... "