The man was blond, and glowing, and a tiny voice whispered he didn't even like blonds, but that didn't matter because he was leaning toward the beautiful, beautiful man as he walked through a party as if he were the only one in the room.  Theo had to fight to clear his head of the haze, and he screwed his eyes shut and in the darkness was able to refind himself.  When he looked around again, most of the women were still turning to the veela - because he had to be veela - as well as a few of the men.