Elan calmly glanced around, studying the garden. His brow furrowed slightly. A touch of a smile on his pretty face.
(A delicate touch trailing blood-her blood- across her cheek Only two ways out, Darling.)
"Unfortunately, there seems to be a notable lack of knights in shining armor to rescue the damsel from the clutches of the evil wizard."

(White curtains billowing in the moonlight. The cool breeze cannot touch them.)