Inside the dimly lit tent, the flickering oil lamps cast dancing shadows that gave an air of mystique. Lucy delicately held a tall mirror before Gideon. Gideon stood atop the bed, his presence intensified by the dim light that emphasized the sharp angles of his face. He narrowed his piercing eyes, tracing a finger over his two newly emerged fangs and then brushed a hand across his set of magnificent horns. As he did so, he slowly tilted his head, casting an intense reflection in the mirror.
"This new appearance of mine looks so sinister, don't you think?" Gideon's voice rumbled through the tent, his eyes never leaving his reflection.
Lucy immediately shook her head, her lustrous golden hair cascading around her like a gilded waterfall. "I think it's cute, Lord Gideon. Despite these changes, your adorable essence remains, and if anything, it's been enhanced."
