It's the closeness that has her spinning on the ball of her foot, forced a step back for the pivot. The cold of the window suddenly against her back forces a true shiver, masking the one that follows for the look on his face. He's taller than her now, and has been for years. It's not by terribly much, not like how Eridan had towered her even when they were still dumb kids, but it's height enough that his face catches the full illumination of the moon and the stars.

"Oh, of course," she says, all disbelief, "the ones that have never been able to hold you for more than two weeks before, those ones?"

Brilliant red eyes, glowering at her from so close. Part of her wonders if his eyes have always been this vivid, or if she's forgotten over the years.

Another part wonders if he'll push her through the glass.