He still looked her over as he entered. She always was a vision. He took his time to remove the leather gloves on his hands, looking around the room. It was rather quaint, but very much Phoebe as well.
"I've been around. Same as I normally am, blah, blah. I see you have been doing well for yourself?"
His deep voice had an accent that flitted between Greek and Italian. It seemed to suit him and it made many women swoon. He was not unaware of his affect. If only they knew over who they swooned.