[ They're both aware of the elephant in the room. It's polite of her not to mention the scarring, perhaps, or maybe just gutless — he hasn't yet decided. She wouldn't be the first. He certainly won't be the one to verbalize what they're both thinking about, so any observations will have to remain unsaid. ]
I am as I was when I was turned.
[ He'll forever remain in the body of someone soft and privileged. Someone who — he can only assume — never spent a day sleeping in a tent, much less in a dungeon. ]
How very lucky I am to have been fastidious about my skincare. [ He pauses briefly, then waves a hand. ] I presume.
[ He remembers very little of the time before clawing his way out of his grave, but it does seem like him to attend to his appearance. ]
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I am as I was when I was turned.
[ He'll forever remain in the body of someone soft and privileged. Someone who — he can only assume — never spent a day sleeping in a tent, much less in a dungeon. ]
How very lucky I am to have been fastidious about my skincare. [ He pauses briefly, then waves a hand. ] I presume.
[ He remembers very little of the time before clawing his way out of his grave, but it does seem like him to attend to his appearance. ]