"The long sideburns and tousled black hair combined to give the impression of the more louche kind of buccaneer or a romantic poet who'd given up on the opium and tried red meat instead. When he smiled, he exuded an easy air of undistilled, excitingly dangerous lasciviousness. He could swagger while asleep. He could, in fact, commit sexual harassment simply by sitting very quietly in the next room."

this is mainly for tt, as i was trying in vain to coherently explain this at some point but got lost. truly amazing what leaving ics can do to you...

thats uncanny