Lyle clicked his tongue at that. "Pretty boys." He said obviously not thinking of himself as pretty. With his mocha complexion and first amber eyes alone he was gorgeous. Add his lush curved lips, long legs, and flattering figure he was beautiful. The air around him was often off putting when he was out though. At work he had all the honey in the world. Men and women flocked to him, people went silent to hear him speak and he was constantly being checked out, but Lyle often took that as respect and not flirting. It was hard to find like when he was so dense to it.<br/><br/>"There was a nice place downtown where I found my last boyfriend, but since its his favorite place I really don't want go and run into him." He sighed softly remembering the garbage relationship that ended in a train wreck and a meteor explosion. It was the most toxic relationship he'd ever been in and he really didn't want to see the guy after that. Much like the opposite of Dante since then he's been staying away from relationships. When was the last time he got laid? Too damn long.<br/><br/>"Well, I guess I have a new nickname for you, honey~" he teased letting his southern accent slip, knowing it made the word sound all the more better. People really loved his accent for some reason, but it didn't seem classy so he hid it most of the time.