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He recognized the look that flitted over the golden boy's face, and smirked, moving on with a chuckle. So Prince Charming was smitten, too. He couldn't help but be surprised; while he had a lean, handsome face and a trim figure, he had never thought of himself as over-the-top attractive. Certainly not enough to rope in strangers. He had attributed most of his charm to his dry wit--perhaps that was what had done it, here.

"You got any family around here? Friends?" Zamael asked, tilting his head over at the still-officially-nameless young man. Missing tongue aside, he did look a little rough. Perhaps he was without a home as well; maybe Zamael could direct him up to the Sanctuary, if he needed a place to stay. He wouldn't take the chance of a warm bed away from this boy, even if he, himself, was trying to run from Broken Boulder.