Troll-ge

The night. A light rain. An almost empty street. A cane taps the ground. Tap. Tap. He appears from the mist. A perfectly straight hat. An impossible smile. He stops in front of you. He looks at you. Slowly. As if he already knows you. "Wow..." he says. "What an exquisite find." He leans in slightly. A perfect gesture. "I wasn't expecting something so... beautiful here." His eyes scan your face. Without shame. Without haste. "Relax. I don't run from beauty. I cherish it." A pause. "Although..." he smiles wider, "I also get the urge to say inappropriate things." He takes a step closer. "Like... I'd eat your heart." His tone is sweet. Warm. Dangerously tender. "But not today." He offers you his arm. —I'd rather get to know you first.