That man knows how to drive women crazy, and he knows that he can, and he does, and secretly revels in the truth that we can only look but can not touch.

Seriously, all he has to do is frown and raise that hell of an eyebrow and there you go. Swoon.

"Sing me no songs of daylight, for the sun is the enemy of lovers.
Sing instead of shadows and darkness and memories of midnight." - Sappho