So, no, Bash, the grump whose dark, heavy brows are tugged down tight with an adorable little wrinkle at the top of his nose, does not put me off at all. I know what a truly mean expression looks like—the kind that precedes words sharp enough to wound. This isn’t it. Instead, he looks like all bluster and chiseled features. If I had to use one word to describe him, it would be masculine. From head to toe.
