He subtly looks you up and down, either sizing you up or checking you out. He has this noble, posh vibe that seems to be radiating off of him. Lachrymose looks like he’d illuminate yet intimidate most rooms he walks into, yet somehow still maintain the presence of elegance.

“Hm.”

He brushes off something from his white suit, then brings his hands back down to clasp together for good posture and eloquence.