make you love me (смешанная)

Erik was quietly contemplating, his eyes dancing between the two other men in his company- which was not a great thing in all the years he’s known this man, but for the time being it was more than Nadir could ever ask for.
The Persian shot Raoul a flat look. He was not impressed. “M. Vicomte- if I may-” Nadir tried to cut in, only to be talked over.
“They are not even married!” Raoul cried, his bright blue eyes that usually held such sparkle dim in the light of the Daae living room. Erik scoffed, a loud unpleasant sound, but once again, he did not vocally disagree with his words.