As Barrel leaned in and passionately locked his gaze with hers, Agatha found herself lost in his eyes. Instead of an iris of any color, he had pupils that took up more than a third of the visible portion of his eye, and the white so contrasted the impossibly black circles that she found herself unable to breathe. It was like staring into the deepest, darkest pit in Halloween Town; a midnight sky with neither moon nor stars to mar the beauty of the infinite ebony abyss.