“You have beautiful eyes,” plus an unabashed smile. — to vane from jim, my sad cowboy whose fourth-wall-breaking habits extend to age of sail era because pirate yeehaws

Charles was not unused to compliments on his physique, particularly from those who wanted to ply from him some coin while getting the benefit of enjoying it personally – but it wasn’t usually the eyes people went for in those cases. His eyes had been described to him a few times – but not as beautiful

“What do you want.” Whatever the man was selling, he was starting with one fuck of an odd pitch.