He was beginning to feel sheepish too, on top of all the other unusual emotions Askan was inflicting upon him. Then he accused him of offering smut instead of becoming direct as Cancer had wished. The jitters took him over as he began to stomp his paws quickly and arhythmically, almost dancing in place.
"That's not what I meant!" he sputtered, wanting to make that swiftly clear.
"Oh my god, I just-- Okay."
He forced himself to still, and take a deep breath. It was up to him to salvage this it seemed, as Askan appeared too embarrassed to press forward any further and give him more specific direction. He supposed that was understandable, Cancer was pretty certain he was never going to have a significant other, but if he did he probably wouldn't want to talk about it either, much less ask for help from someone to sweet talk his partner. Still, this sucked.
"Okay. I'm just going to give you some lines. About his eyes and shit, okay?"
They were grey, weren't they? So kind of like, the moon or stars. That was considered a romantic comparison, right? He wasn't sure. Hopefully he didn't give Askan something that Reyes would laugh in his face about. He'd be embarrassed by that too, not to mention likely earning Askan's ire.
"You could say um. Something like... I don't know, uh, tus ojos son... galaxias, y quiero explorar cada estrella. Tu pelaje es un bosque, en el que soy adicto a perderme. ... Tu contacto se quema como el hielo y nunca quiero que nos descongelemos."