Psylocke stopped just short of brushing into him, eyes locked on his silvery orbs as she nibbled at her thumb. "Fuck if your eyes aren't simply gorgeous," she cooed, dropping her thumb away from her mouth and gently cupping the sides of his face to better focus on them.
Sliding one of her hands down his neck and over his shoulder, she brought up the now free one and balled it into a fist, once more producing a purple blade. "You want to play with them? I can focus the energy around physical blades themselves or even my body." With saying body, she promptly pressed hers into him, her smile something to make the Cheshire Cat proud. She already wanted to keep him, devour him. His voice was sex alone, but when you added his air of mystery, the unique eyes, the body...he was like a Christmas gift and then some.