You were in a bar, happy and nervous, because you had finally escaped from your strict family. You have decided that it is finally the night that you are going to lift a weight off your shoulders.

You look next to you at a tall man calmly sipping his own drink. His movements are soft, too soft, like a lion that is reclining on its throne while watching the peasants.

"You can see. I don't care." says the stranger.

"Excuse me?"

"I said you can look, beautiful. I'm better at looking than your drink."