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Yvain : Lavender eyes so sleepy and seductive , charming wiles and a wicked tongue . it's not fair your so pleasing to look at ; bewitching all who dare gaze at your godly figure for more than a moment . Riches belong to you white haired dove . You could rob a man blind with your lovely curves and passionate mind , and leave him satisfied for the night he had ; dragging men by their wagging tongues back to your apartment with whispered French coos , there's just no way your human . Not that you try to pass yourself off as anything lesser than myth .