“Hey, pretty child. You’re a sight for sore fucking eyes.”
“the sight of me is good for sore eyes”
“Fuck no, Trav, you’re not pulling this shit! You’re in love with Ab…,” his eyes focused and he recognized his mistake, “…by. Hey, Abby.”
“Cas whistled. “You are a sight for sore eyes, Anna Banana.”
“Beckett pounded down the steps and smiled from ear to ear when he saw her. Eve tried to ignore the tremor she felt, the fracture in her shield.“You’re a sight for sore fucking eyes. Are you trying to kill me, hotness?” He walked with a fake pimp limp as he got closer.“Yeah, I am.” If he only knew”
“Dani: "Warlock! You, pal, are the proverbial sight for sore eyes!"Warlock: "Concern! Are selfriend's primary ocular sensors dysfunctional?”