It’s the voice first. All the way. That timbre. It says naughty without saying a thing. It also says much about his poise as a man. Just the voice. Then there are those bedroom blues. They’re wide. They’re sardonic. They’re innocent. They’re wicked. And his smile. And the little laugh he does in the lower register that makes your skin tingle. Jet black hair like a Persian Prince. Skin like cinnamon. And a jawline that could slice through a rare steak. Meet Egyptian Actor Rami Malek. I got it bad, Peepes. B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Baaaaaaad.