A brow raised sharply and Rhysand shook his head. "You don't take these images of others? Why not? Surely, the island would like to at least see more of me." He smiled wickedly as if suddenly his wings came with devil's horns and a pointed tail.
"I could even take my shirt off. I think that would draw quite the crowd." One hand moved against his tunic and snapped open a button, revealing tan skin and the first sign of his tattoos since his body had reformed itself since arrival. It was healthy again, not trapped under that awful mountain. He looked much better now than he had before, though that paleness did suit such a lord who lived under the night's sky.