"You look downright handsome," I said like a proud mother.

"He looks very handsome," she whispered after we were seated.

His eyes were still closed; he looked remarkably handsome, but also very tired.

Indeed, he had never looked more handsome than he did now.

He looked very handsome, but it wasn't good looks she was looking for.

He looked young and healthy and handsome as ever, she thought.

"You look very handsome," she said, and then they laughed again, Wendy putting a hand over her mouth.

Close up, he didn't look so young and handsome.

He looked very young and very handsome in the day's end light.

He looked more handsome with it falling about his shoulders.