There were definitely hotter guys around this place, both in the buff manly and pretty boy sense of the word. Lauren personally didn't think of himself as anyone particularly attractive. Of course, his own opinions about his looks were all mixed up with his feelings about his race. Being half-elf instead of one or the other, there were times when he liked the way his features reflected both his mother's and father's heritage. Then again, there were also times when he wished he could just look like one or the other. Humans thought him young and boyish because of his elven traits, elves found him bulky and ungraceful. There was a sort of pride in being half-elf as well as a sort of frustration the he assumed he would always feel.

Of course now he had longer pointed ears, hair full of fucking leaves, and green tinted skin. Whatever he had liked about his looks wasn't how he looked anymore. Needless to say as he catches Lars staring he begins to feel a bit self conscious. He blushes, scratching at his arm with his hand.

"What?"