He frowned at that, one corner of his mouth turning down, "It is not a matter of your face. Should I only want a beautiful woman with blond hair and blue eyes, there are many less difficult women in this place."
Then paused, "It is your soul. Your selfless protection of others, your fearlessness, intelligence. I do wish to get to know you. Everything about you." And reached out, fingertips inches away from her cheek, not touching.
He could see her pain and was not unsympathetic. "We must both be understanding, I think."