Tabi has an eye for detail. He tastes the change in Jiyong's cologne, which is enough to strangle him with its overpowering scent. Notices the miniscule change in length of Taeyang's Mohawk. He even detects you in all of your exotic glory, drenched in the essence of strawberries that nearly knocks him off his feet.

He feels the strings of his self-control thinning, and wonders just how long he can be around you without them finally snapping.