"Blue Eyes, you will see into me, eh?" Because he was still holding the two pieces of meat, he didn't have a free hand and nudged her shoulder with his forearm. " , look." For the first time, she detected a note of entreaty in his voice, scarcely recognizable under his martial arrogance, but there. When she looked up, his eyes caught and held hers. After a long moment he said, "You are , the enemy. That is so, eh? , a white woman? And I am the enemy to your people, a , a Comanche." He held his arm out in front of him, his forearm waist high and horizontal, and made a writhing motion around to his side. "Snakes Who Come Back, eh?" His mouth tipped into a grin that transformed his face. For a moment he not only looked human, but handsome. "You like that, eh? Comanche and snakes, all the same?" The grin set her off balance, and again she averted her face."