Otter Creek You say you don't like him

Perhaps he was not as handsome as most, but it were mostly his eyes that did the trick. Dark gray pools of mystery, looking more galaxies the way they sparkled once he was motivated. Hers were pretty too, although brown was not his preferred color. He guess he couldn't truly be picky in lands not yet his own. He was surprised to see the female not cower away in fear of him- not even making a remark on his somewhat seducing lisp. 

Both- if you want. He said, a seductive look in his eyes. As much as he wanted to smirk, the way she talked was not the way a whore would. He had to be somewhat careful if he really wanted to achieve what he was planning for today. Rhysss Ssepthisss. He hissed slightly. It was a cruel name for someone with a lisp like he had, but he guessed he had no one to blame for it. He had forgotten the meaning of his name many moons ago too, though he knew something with love and lust came into play. That was the only shaping thing that his name held for his future, and he was glad. And yoursss?