No sane person would be attracted to a man who made money by hunting down sorcerers just like you.

Yet there you were, standing beside him while he sat in the stands of the horse track. You didn't understand why he looked so handsome even with his face scrunched in anger as he watched the horse he bet on fall behind the others

He ripped up his ticket and finally looked up toward you

"What'dya want, kid?" He asked with his face twisted in annoyance