Rejected?

''What do you think of me?'' Esme glanced at him. 

Aleister was momentarily stunned when he looked into her sparkling eyes, ''What about you? What if I ask the same question?" He took a step towards her, lessening the distance between them, ''What do you think of me?" he asked. 

''Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" she tilted her head. 

''A truth will do.'' 

''That day, I lied to you in the court regarding your eyes,'' When she praised Lucian Norwell's green eyes, he asked her what she thought about his and she acted indifferently, ''I hated this color which reminds me of the sea, my nightmares but as much as I hate the sea, I crave it,'' she whispered, ''Your eyes are my favorite. You are my favorite.''