Joey said nothing, but Ish could see his eyes drink the titles in as he passed.

He stood gazing at her, his eyes drinking her in.

His eyes drank her in as if she were a person who mattered to him.

His eyes drank in every expression along the way - especially her expression when she came.

His little eyes were drinking in the art.

Her eyes drank in the cameo of the small child held by the tall man.

"Your buildings are incredibly beautiful," he said, his gray eyes drinking in all the details.

The staring man's face showed delight, as if his eyes were drinking in the color that enclosed him.

For a long time those bright black eyes drank in the sight wholly.

His eyes still on the surface, he drank, drowning himself in whiskey instead.