Yylfordt tried to find somewhere to put his face, with little success. The problem was that he had a very strong urge to put it in a few places that would get his ass kicked. He found himself staring at Apache again, or rather, at Apache's low cut top, and he made the conscious effort to force his eyes up to her face.

"Right," he said, half distracted. Something was nagging at him and he couldn't put his finger on what. "Well," he began, awkwardly, "about earlier, I--"

It clicked.

"Rumo cred," he said, staring. "Your eyes are different colours!"