He smiled, an expression that only served to make her more nervous. For such an attractive man on the surface, there was a darkness underneath the skin that always bothered her. Antonin and each of his brothers were handsome in various ways, no doubt due to the unlikelihood that any of them shared the same father. Where Alain was warm and friendly, Aubin was cold and his face was twisted in a constant sneer. Alexandre was quiet and unassuming, but likely one of the kindest men Hermione had ever met. His younger brother always demanded to be the center of attention and was more selfish than any three people combined. And the differences between Antonin and Aubin were quite simply too numerous to name.