"The words were hard to come by and ideas too complex to ponder over. They didn't matter. Her intelligence seemed to slip away. It didn't matter either. Her will to move, no- even the very ability to move muscles on her own seemed to vanish down into the endless limpid pools that are his vibrant eyes. All she could do was sit there and stare with a slack-jawed look about her. To continue to watch him sap the free will from her. And she just didn’t seem to be able to bring herself to hate that it was happening. It felt so... nice to just sit there and watch his eyes and their pretty colors."