Soft

Joey's knees felt as though they'd buckle beneath her when Elliot Spencer began gliding his soft fingertips gently along her cheek. For a 'ghost' his hands were surprisingly warm and tender.

Smile

It wasn't just Elliot's soft, thin lips that smiled at Joey so beautifully, but his frost blue eyes too smiled, beaming brightly and warmly toward her. It was then she realised that a man with eyes that smiled should surely be trusted, even if he was once the Prince of Hell.

Flame

Once Elliot's masculine hand had ghosted across her cheek, the spark Joey had fought to ignore had just caught flame onto a very lethal and flammable trail of matches, setting her alight with arousal.

Wings

He was once a creature dedicated to pain and pleasure, almost demonic, but to Joey...Elliot Spencer looked every inch an angel; all he needed was wings.

Ice

Elliot's eyes were so vividly blue, like ice over a frozen clear river, but Joey seldom felt cold when she returned the kindly soldier's blue gaze. Instead she was enveloped with warmth.

Hero

Even the redeemed Elliot Spencer thought very lowly of himself. He saw himself as the villain all due to the hellish activities of his darker half. But Joey didn't see him as the villain; she saw him as the hero, her hero.

Fool

Back within the Labyrinth, a now Cenobitic Elliot thought constantly about the feisty but brave reporter who'd helped him to defeat his other self, whilst also battling along with his darkness which thought him a fool for having grown feelings for this human female. But the good Captain cared very little for his Cenobite other half's chastising mocking behaviour; to him, the Cenobite was the fool for attempting to mar such a beautiful creature.

Victory

Joey and Elliot had been successful in deterring Pinhead's plan to turn Earth into a garden of marred flesh. But their victory had been oh so bitter-sweet, for Elliot too fell with his darker self back to Hell.

Touch

Several times over the course of their meeting had their flesh met; the handshake, the stroke of her cheek, but Joey couldn't help but crave more of his touch.

Goodbye

As his unblemished human features mingled painfully with the decorated face of his darker other half, Elliot managed to gaze toward the frantic-looking Joey Summerskill through what was left of his increasingly darkening eyes; and as he finally felt the last remnants of himself sink into the darkness, the Captain felt a pang of sorrow in his heart for not being able to bid the beautiful reporter goodbye.