He was a vision. Beautiful with the grace of an aristocrat. He was otherworldly. Rich, dark wavy hair swept across his creamy pale skin. The skin that made his eyes seemingly glow with unrestrained power. His emerald eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and glee as his sharp, quick tongue danced with cleverly hidden insults from inside his unfailing polite persona. Unknown to him ruby eyes glistened with curiosity as they said to themselves,
"A silver tongue indeed."