If he was being honest with himself, and more often than not he was, nothing could have possibly prepared Zuureth for what he saw when the blonde turned his way.  She even went so far as to address him.  Her eyes were bluer than the purest of sapphires and that alone had his tongue tied in impossible knots.  And then 10 words were directed his way.  Tongue-tied was one thing.  The demon now felt as if he was under some sort of spell, all due to her voice.  Well, those blue eyes only added to his hypnosis.  He believed she could read to him the local phone book, and it would sound so much more enthralling than a symphony from all of the greatest maestros combined.<br/><br/>Zuureth was aware of his staring, and he needed to say something quick.  He could tell his uninterrupted gaze made her uncomfortable, as she noticeably squirmed in her seat.  That was not his intent, though the regular throbbing over his left breast continued.  By now, he also knew she wasn’t the blonde he was looking for, wig or not.<br/><br/>“Forgive me, miss,” he attempted, “I do not mean to stare (Liar!  He could do nothing<i>but </i>stare) and cause discomfort for you.”  Zuureth drained half of his IPA as penance.  “I apologize for my indiscretion.”  He felt it best to watch his pint glass, or look elsewhere, just not into those azure eyes of hers.<br/><br/>Movement behind him and to his left.  Orias?  Why was he breaking cover?  Was he convinced she might be his first target?  Questions that were to be left unanswered.  Zuureth now felt a pulsation on the inside of his right ankle.  “Hey, stud,” a female voice cooed.  “I was hoping to see you again.  Are you ready for round three?”<br/><br/>Turning on his barstool, Zuureth now found himself staring into the seductive eyes of the brunette from the other night.  So much for blondes and their reputation, he thought, somewhat dismayed.  He lewdly grinned at her, saying nothing.  The demon figured his expression was all she needed to see.<br/><br/>A pair of palpitations now vied for his undivided attention.  His focus shifted to his right ankle and the woman who caused it.  Zuureth still did not know what to make of the one over his left breast.  Just as well, he convinced himself, since he held no desire to again be captivated by the mystery blonde’s eyes and voice.