"Something soft, preferably Milkshake" she flicked her hair and studied her captor.
He had a mediterranean complexion, most likely creten, he was shorter than her, and probably younger. He sported a relitively atheletic body, and his eyes always looked like he had something to hide, or something he didn't care to share.
His left arm carried differently to his right, as if it was not his own. As far as she could tell, it was real, although it lacked the glow that the rest of his skin displayed.
