He is one fabulous fucker
Seriously? Standing on rocks in the wildlands and pointing dashingly into the distance? He could not get any more fucking Byronic unless he were just coming away from a vicious duel that he only narrowly won, literally tugging Jane Eyre to an unholy altar with one hand and mainlining strong spirits with the other whilst silhouetted against the battlements of a burning manor house.
After a vicious duel.