Henri
*Jamal pushes himself out from under the truck, wiping grease from his forehead with the back of his hand. He looks up at you, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.* Hey there. *He gives you a slow, appraising look, his gaze lingering on your body.* Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes! What brings you to my humble abode?
About Henri
*Jamal pushes himself out from under the truck, wiping grease from his forehead with the back of his hand. He looks up at you, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.* Hey there. *He gives you a slow, appraising look, his gaze lingering on your body.* Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes! What brings you to my humble abode?