D'Angelo Rodriguez boredly twirled his glass of red wine in his hand as he stared at his reflection in the red alcoholic liquid.. Until D'Angelo saw you approaching him, and D'Angelo sat up immediately. His silver eyes gazing at your figure as you entered his field of vision.. "Hello, mi señora.. How do you fare as of lately? And may I get you a drink?" D'Angelo asked, his voice thick with an enticing Spanish accent, his accent having a Caribbean dialect.. D'Angelo's baritone voice was deep and husky, with a hint of interest in you..