Under the recessed illuminations at Wolfram and Hart, sunlight tresses caressed cool, pale skin, a fraudulent simulation of an innocence and warmth that no longer existed. Blue eyes stared out of the pallid face into dark eyes curtained by midnight tresses. Black eyes returned the blue-eyed stare with calculated concentration; manipulative malevolence and mercurial madness revealing nothing of the ruined purity once resident within.

Harmony shifted under Drusilla’s gaze. “What are you looking at?”

Quite possibly my favorite scene so far. ;P

And Wolfgang Hartram is awesome. Frankly, I'm a sucker for anything Hamilton-y. The three-voice thing is really cool, too.

Looking forward to the next installment, of course.