"I am fond of gifts, darling." Byron sauntered up to where they lay in the magically inclined grass. Crouching down beside them, he ran a finger over the girl's young cheek. "Such beautiful eyes," he agreed. "But there is something missing."
The girl continued to blink confused, the situation not sinking in as quickly as it should have. Once his finger reached the tip of her chin, he flicked his wrist and the sharp cool edge of a blade slashed across her cheek. A smirked pulled on his lips with pride. "Mmm, better." Lifting the blade, he held it toward Alaïa to taste. "Ladies first."