He writhed in the grip of a definite apprehension
He writhed with impotent humiliation
Her blank gaze chilled you
Her bright eyes were triumphant
Her eyes danced with malice
Her eyes dilated with pain and fear
Her eyes were full of wondering interest
Her eyes were limpid and her beauty was softened by an air of indolence and languor [languor = dreamy, lazy mood]
Her face stiffened anew into a gray obstinacy
Her face was lit up by a glow of inspiration and resolve