Tall, thin, pale as the skin of a glass of milk, pale as the full moon, pale as the chalk cliffs of Dover in a full moon, still, vigilant, lurking in the shadows, staring, like a cobra seeking it's prey, wide eyes black as inky pools, dark shadows under sunken eyes, hardened features, immobile face, gaunt, hair slicked back, deep shadows under protruding cheek bones, evil glint in the eyes, slow movements, moves as if he has no bones at all, slinking, oozing, turns on the charm, bright false smile, suddenly friendly.