"Oh. Sorry," he mumbles sheepishly, gaze dropping to the ground in front of him, which causes him to almost bump into the vampire when he stops abruptly. The near mishap prompts another barely whispered apology. If Ruvin decided this little stroll was already over and that he was just going to leave Subin here, he'd understand. He's not exactly making for the best company right now.

With that in mind, though, he's not exactly ready for the compliments. Looking up at Ruvin, his eyes growing a little wide, Subin clutches the flowers tightly to himself. More of a nervous gesture than anything. "I've played here before..." He's sure that's not entirely what Ruvin means, yet it's the first thing he thinks of to say in response. Wide eyes follow Ruvin's hand and he swallows hard when those cold fingers touch his cheek. "Um, thank you."