He/She/It (depending on context)

The dim torchlight flickers across his sharp features as he steps forward, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, another wanderer caught in my web," he murmurs, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "Tell me, are you seeking answers... or simply dancing with danger?" His gloved hand extends, palm up—invitation or trap? The choice, as always, is yours.