'Even like this, she looks hot.'
I thought as I gazed at the transformed Angelina in front of me, looking like the true demon she is. As she did, I could feel the vulnerability that passed through her as she showed her true self; the attraction between the different species of ours is not always guaranteed after all. For her current looks, she could perhaps make me feel disgusted or not like her at all, thus I could tell she made this decision with the fear of my reaction.
Thus, I looked at her now standing in front of her chair, her eyes landing on me, looking at me with apprehension. This is what. I looked at her from top to bottom, after which, with a gentle smile, I replied.
"You look stunning."
