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D’stherae had often found him to have a commanding and watchful presence, which seemed most unnecessary in their carefree and casual city. But Gordon was a gregarious individual, as inviting and sociable as any other citizen that D’stherae swiftly dismissed her observation.
A crew of four or five strapping young men surrounded him, all of them angular and quite handsome. The lot joked boisterously among itself as Gordon made direct eye contact with attractive female passersby. He smiled confidently at each one; as though silently affirming the best time to be had that night was in his company, with his boys.
D’stherae was entertained by his natural methods of gathering women with whom to spend the night. There was hardly any performance involved. Gordon was simply a proud flirt; proud of himself, and his ability to please lovers.
Gordon was not an unattractive man. He kept a clean-shaved head and face that made it difficult to guess his age. Although his expressions could be serious and often intimidating, he did have a very warm smile. Several of his front teeth were chipped, and this imperfection – in contrast to an otherwise perfectly manicured persona – lent charm to, and excused, his tendency to be overbearing.
His weight fit his height perfectly, although his posture and stance made him seem larger than D’stherae would wager he was actually. Well-shaped, and defined, arms above rugged, hard worked hands gave direction to his motion and speech. From his broad chest boomed a deep and bass-filled sound. One could feel, as well as hear, his words. And Gordon liked to talk.
Gordon’s physical person in combination with his booming voice, subtle air of supremacy, fashionable clothing, shiny car, and warm smile – spared mostly for ladies – meant that he was rarely ever without female company for an evening. For this reason, men were also eager to know him, join his posse, and share in his spoils.
