Greatwater Lake i've had a famous man on his fire escape

She was a scrawny girl, a wretch, but a dangerous beauty held to her, and its life source had leeched off of her errie and tantalizing golden orbs. When she had faced him, he had no problem staring back.
So began the staring contest.

Slade kept his face still, with a barely noticeable smirk upon his dark maw, holding no intention in his orange and golden blazing irises.
He wrapped his midnight tail around the base of his paws, and stared on, preparing to do such an action for however long the girl deemed herself to do.