In her opinion, his hair was tussled, caught between "curly" and "wavy", "blonde" and "brunette". His eyes were mischievious and a shade of green you might find on a lime. He was about 5'6", last time he checked, and was slender and athletic. And, of course, smart. Smart, but not smart enough. ~~ In his opinion, she had hair that was down past her shoulders, and had beautiful, deep, and sorrowful eyes. She was around 5'1", he thought, and was sleek and graceful. She. was. hot. In an instant, as if she knew what he was thinking (he seriously hoped not) she was there with her Dragger at his throat. He gasped. She smiled. "Don't worry. I can't kill you." She grinned murderously. He tensed. He hoped he didn't know what was coming next. "Yet."