"Hm~" A pair of sunglasses were tugged out of a pocket and placed carefully on the bridge of his nose. Better, and his hands searched his jean pockets. Aha! There it was, his swiss army knife. Red, with the basic seven or so functions. Never leave home without it, not only was it useful for things like opening bottles of wine, but he could easily remove an eye or two with the small blade.

"My Lord Shaper seems to be ...not near." His right 'eye' proclaimed in a voice slightly deeper than his own. Not that anyone could see his right eye talking, instead they might assume he had learned to throw his voice.

"Maybe he's busy." The Corinthian replied, to himself, and feeling eyes on him (probably delicious eyes, as he had the sneaking suspicion they were male) turned on his heel.

Oh~ How often did he get to dine on amber?