Still in his preppy office garb, there is something in those brown eyes of Saber’s that tells us this is one book worm that is not to be judged by its cover. As he begins to tug off his tie, it seems like Clark Kent is about to reveal a side of himself that no one has ever seen before, and that he wanted that unveiling to be on camera. Despite the rakish sounding name, Saber has that friendly, non-threatening air you would associate with the guy in accounting from the third floor, or the happy newlywed from across the street. But Saber is here, in the bedroom, and he is glad not be alone - as if he has been anticipating this moment for all thirty-one years of his life. Looking at the hint of crimson in his auburn hair, you can almost picture him as an impish red head who is shocked that he ever grew up. But judging by the way he is tugging at that lump in his trousers, grow up he did. Popular theory is “red on the roof, fire in the hole,” so would we find flame-colored pubes down below? We did not have to wait long for our answer.