Henry hadn’t been wrong when he’d said that each of the guardians were better looking than the last. Of course, Henry hadn’t been including himself, but Sawyer could. Eduard had a classic elegance to him, almost a James Bond suaveness that lent itself to high class surroundings and, well, to having a staff. His suits were pressed and his hair never out of place. Even his hands were elegant, with long lean fingers that… no, he needed to stop that line of thinking in its tracks.
