Every time she says he's handsome, his brain can't quite believe what his ears are hearing. Although she has seen him on the astral plane, where he looks as close to his younger self as he's ever likely to. He was, he thinks, not too shabby a figure, then. Perhaps having seen the dashing warrior that still lives very much in his soul has shaped her image of him. On the other hand, dashing soldier and cuddly teddy bear are not quite the same thing, and he's not sure which she thinks he is.
While he's considering how she sees him, his mouth rambles on. "Oh, some of the images that persist aren't so far off. Long white beard and hair- when I knew him, at least. I couldn't say what he looked like when he was younger, because he was already an old man by the time he bought me for an apprentice." He doesn't intend to shave off his beard completely, of course- that's a short ticket to showing off a double chin, but he prefers to keep it to a van dyke style, especially now that what grows up his cheeks shows so much grey. Vanity thy name is Maximus.
When he does glance around for her, she's already slipped off between the trees, so he contents himself with putting food on to heat, since what she's packed leaves very little in the way of actual cooking needed. It's a pleasant change from the beans and rice, jerky, and soup he brought along for his own camping rations. With so little work to prepare it, their meal is nearly ready on her return. "What have you got there? Is that... don't tell me, you charmed the bees into letting you have a piece?" He's pleasantly surprised, and looks in a pack for some bread they can put the honey on.
"Honestly though, Bel's less touchy than I am, I think. And he never cared much about his looks. I used to be jealous, even if he was terrible about not bothering to brush his hair. Still is, actually."
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While he's considering how she sees him, his mouth rambles on. "Oh, some of the images that persist aren't so far off. Long white beard and hair- when I knew him, at least. I couldn't say what he looked like when he was younger, because he was already an old man by the time he bought me for an apprentice." He doesn't intend to shave off his beard completely, of course- that's a short ticket to showing off a double chin, but he prefers to keep it to a van dyke style, especially now that what grows up his cheeks shows so much grey. Vanity thy name is Maximus.
When he does glance around for her, she's already slipped off between the trees, so he contents himself with putting food on to heat, since what she's packed leaves very little in the way of actual cooking needed. It's a pleasant change from the beans and rice, jerky, and soup he brought along for his own camping rations. With so little work to prepare it, their meal is nearly ready on her return. "What have you got there? Is that... don't tell me, you charmed the bees into letting you have a piece?" He's pleasantly surprised, and looks in a pack for some bread they can put the honey on.
"Honestly though, Bel's less touchy than I am, I think. And he never cared much about his looks. I used to be jealous, even if he was terrible about not bothering to brush his hair. Still is, actually."