Tom ogles on a pretty boy.
The Witch grew pale, and shuddered, and hid her face in her blue mantle. `Pretty boy, pretty boy, ' she muttered, `that is a terrible thing to do.'
No other stranger would have shed those tears at sight of him, and called him her dear boy, her pretty boy, her own poor blighted child.
It's also worth noting that few heroes have had as consistent and enthusiastic female followings as "pretty boy" Dick.
The Witch stroked his hair with her thin white hand. 'Thou must dance with me, pretty boy, ' she murmured, and she smiled at him as she spoke.
