A suntanned face stares back at you, deep green eyes shimmering with some secret intently watching you. He smiles or smirks really, half of his face embracing the expression, the other half seemingly unaware. It builds on the mystery, the smirk, and the way he watches you, this impression he knows something you don't.

The sun has given him a tan, but it's more than that: he radiates confidence, an air of knowing all your secrets, of being able to read minds and know what you think before you say anything yourself; he seems like someone who is about to tell you a secret, perhaps even a dirty one, and will do so with a knowing smile.