They were strained, tense, whereas Garland's lips wore a half smile.

As he stepped into a taxi, his thin lips wore the faint trace of a smile.

When he faced Covenant again, his lips wore a lame smile.

His lips wore a smile, when he hung up.

His lips wore a knowing smile when he left the house.

She turned to look at him again, her lips wearing the muted smile of strangers talking at a dinner party.

His hands were lifted slightly; his lips wore a forced smile.

But his lips wore the condescending smile of a man who knew much.

The Shadow's lips still wore their smile as he strolled out to the street.

His pale lips wore a calm and divine smile.