Eros entered the audience, looking as if he had just escaped from someone's erotic dream: a chic figure emphasized by a suit, manly predatory facial features, carved from marble to perfect cheekbones, moles and eyes. Such cold blue eyes. He didn’t say a word, and the group had already stood up, since discipline in his classes was brought up with carrots and sticks.

— Sit down, children.

He spoke in his growling Greek accent, which made you shiver.