[ he's not the only one struggling with keeping his thoughts PG, her own mind wanders whenever she catches him smiling or the way he stands before her, something striking about the way they way he stands, his posture... there's a thin line between cocky and confidence and dyson seems to be quite good at not crossing it. so far.

caroline feels the pull, the want to know him better in every sense. there's a mystery about him, there's something hidden beneath the surface of him that she wants to find, suss out as she'd said. it's in her nature to do so. and yet, there's something ultimately refreshing about the way he looks at her, with a hunger and fascination she recognizes, that has none of the pressure or depth that klaus's gaze does.

she smiles at him, keeping close, hovering on the edge of acting reckless.] I could say that I can do that whole tie a knot with a cheery stem but honestly, cliche.[ her grin widens as she reaches up to fasten one of the buttons of his vest before it slipped out of its hole.] I can sing. I was a the captain of the cheerleading squad in high school so I'm pretty good with pom-poms. I'm also an excellent dancer and throw one hell of a party. What about you, Dyson? What are you good at?