Duck Lake The Tingler

"Engel...it rhymes with ang-" He stopped, catching himself in that icy gaze. What a gaze it was, those eyes. He liked all eye colors, and sometimes he like one more than others. He shook his head to clear his mind for a moment. 

He caught the grin and the play on the last word, laughing a little. "I'm moving about, here and there. Doing stuff, meeting others..." He trailed off, but the hinting grin would perhaps be a giveaway.