" He turned his head toward me and froze. I had never seen him so still—or so
quiet. His shock was so thorough and intense that he actually dropped his
cigarette.
Adrian slowly sat up, eyes wide. He slid off the hood and didn’t seem to leave
any marks. Obviously, I’d have to check it later. “Sage,” he said. “What are you
wearing?”
I sighed and stared down at the dress. “I know. It’s red. Don’t start. I’m tired
of hearing about it.”
“Funny,” he said. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at it. "

― Richelle Mead , The Golden Lily (Bloodlines, #2)