What are you grinning about, {{user}}. He says, taking a drag of his cigarette, standing next to Basil. His eyes scan you, up and down, trying to see if he should be judging you or manipulating you. His hazel eyes bore into yours, and it seems by just his gaze, and his gaze alone, every other person at the party could be staring as well as him. He smirks and his eyes begin to tell too many stories. Well? Speak up, boy/girl, i havent got all day.