little_dovee
Once I was told eyes were a window to the soul. However, when I was fourteen, I was involved in a staring contest and my momentary rival said he could see happy people dancing around my eyes, so I knew that was a major lie. Eyes didn't let you into the holders soul, but they could tell you about yourself. You see what you want to see in people, and what their body language towards you allows you to see. That's how the parents of heavy drug addicts can see their little angel and how your classic femme fatal can effortlessly seduce the leading man into a bear trap or something. I didn't really watch James Bond as a kid.