Temptation. It would be the death of him for sure. Just looking at the Noah in front of him had him panting and sweating slightly.

Everything about the older man made him want to strut up and put his hands all over him licking and biting everything he could get to. From the sinful curve of his mocking lips up past the identifiable mole to his slanted amber eyes hidden partially by the dark wavy hair he usually kept pinned back. Then down his smooth and toned (He had discovered during the poker match on the train although he had not known his identity at the time) torso and to the tips of long slender ash coloured fingers. They were definitely piano fingers if ever he saw them. Designed to fly across the black and white keys that matched his personality perfectly. Black and white. Much like his own personality, born of living with General cross for 4 years combined with the remainders of his personality from when he was simply known as 'red' due to his arm. He would never admit that 'Allen' was the name of Mana's dog and that he had never actually owned a proper name.

Continuing to appraise the man and roving his eyes even further down to the slightly angled hips that just begged to be caressed and to the centre. A blush nearly formed on his cheeks; surely he was not called the Noah of pleasure for nothing? He was suddenly very jealous of any woman or man alike who had managed to catch a glimpse of ALL of Tyki Mikk. He himself had only managed to confiscate everything up to his boxers, at which point the train had stopped and he was unable to attain any further view. Giving back the clothes as a kind gesture. Although again, he will not admit that was what he was aiming for when he won back Krory's clothes. It was simply an added bonus.

With this thought he could almost physically feel the pull he had on him, like a caught fish. It was the middle of a battlefield and you could almost see him take a small step forward. If you were looking.