Jade Fern Grove have you no idea you're in deep

He peered at her over the etched landscape of his body.  The way her inkstained lips turned up in the ghost of a smile brought a heat to him, tightened the muscles of his abdomen.  

Looking for someone?  The sunlight glinted off his snaggletooth as it filtered in from the trees, illuminating the burnished gold of his eyes.  He could not tell if she had said it in jest or if she were serious; his query carried a certain subtle undertone that would be quick and not difficult to miss if she had been serious.

I would.