I cannot meet the spring unmoved-
I feel the old desire-
A hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A warrant to be fair-
A competition in my sense
With something hid in her-
And as she vanishes, remorse
I saw no more of her.
--emily dickinson, 1051
Included mostly for completeleness. There are a number of ways to take this shot, but I picked it because it's one of the most intense looks these two have ever given each other, whatever's behind the intensity. Whether this is fury, lust, or shock and annoyance over the state of Hakkai's clothing, they're usually much more polite.