Her brown eyes, so soft and warm, were cold now.

Phoenix looked at her with his warm, brown eyes and smiled.

Not since that night had he looked with warm eyes on any woman.

She smiled up at him, her lovely eyes warm and soft.

He put me on my feet by the side of the bed, his eyes warm and intense with feeling.

Now that I had denied any interest in the power it was his to give, the old man showed me a warmer eye.

She stared at him, a terror in her warm gray eyes.

She was still watching him, her big green eyes both warm and wary.

She continued to gaze at him, her eyes warm and liquid.

Instead, she looked up into the face of a man who looked down on her with kind, warm eyes.