From the comments on chapters 9 and 10, changing a bunch of descriptions to be aimed at the men instead.

illhousen:

"I didn't flinch. I met his bottomless gaze and quirked my mouth up in a little smile, as though I had something more, and worse, to pull out of my hat if he wanted to come after me again. I saw his anger, his rage, and for just a moment I got a peek inside, saw the source of it. He was furious that I had seen his true face, horrified and embarrassed that I had stripped his disguise away and seen the tiger beneath.

And he was afraid that I could take away even his rubber mask with steel frame, forever, with my power. More than anything else, Marcone wanted to be beautiful."

Roarke:

"Why," I asked him, the words slipping out before I thought about them. "Why the slut act?"

He looked down at me again, and smirked. I saw the subtle shifting in him, magnifying that sort of ponderous dignity he had, once more, as he had been doing when he first approached me-but it didn't hide the self-loathing in his eyes. I looked away, quickly, before I had to see any more of it. I got the feeling that I didn't want to see Morgan's soul. "Because it's what I do, Mr. Dresden. For some people it's drugs. Booze. For me, orgasms. Sex. Passion. Just another addict."

illhousen:

"Maybe my values are outdated but I come from an old school of thought. I think that women ought to treat men like something other than just taller, less endurable women with cocks."