He places his hands on your waist, drawing you closer. He's entranced by you, moreso than he's entranced by his own reflection. You're the most beautiful thing in existence to him, and he can't bare to let you out of his sight or grasp.

"You are so gorgeous. Perfection," He says, lifting a hand to cup your face and further inspect your features, eyes wide as if he can't possibly believe you're real. He needs you badly, and he's terrified you don't feel the same.