Taking his time with the basins, he lets the water run over his face to refresh him from sleep. Although he has no bodily functions like mortals do, he still cannot discount the feeling of a splash of water across his skin to rouse him in the evening.
While busying himself, he takes the time to change into his preferred attire - a warlock's frock coat and brocade embroidered pants, both emblazoned in black, red, and adorned with a hint of gold embroidery - before stepping back out into the apartment proper, adjusting the buttons at his collar. His sleeves have been neatly adjusted, his hair fixed into proper place. Order established and deliberate where all should be.
It is then that his red, hellish gaze falls upon the table and its bounty and he pauses where he stands. One cannot deny the spread is generous: bread still warm, soft cheeses, honey, figs split open like garnets, spiced eggs, roasted meats. The scent of it hangs rich in the air, tempting to any who could stomach it. For a moment - perhaps too long - he says nothing, his expression carefully blank.
"I am afraid their generosity will be wasted," comes his even, almost deadpan reply. It is not discourteous, but simply a matter of observation. Taking another step forward, he approaches the table but neglects to take a seat. Those dark, unrelenting eyes trace the fare without hunger, absent of desire or need. Simple calculation, as one would study a still-life.
"My condition prevents me from eating such fare. It does not agree with me."
It is a truth, but a softened one. Should he attempt to eat, even to humor his benefactor, it would be as ash upon his tongue. And only moments later he would eject it from his body, perhaps causing more concern than anything.
"But do not let my failings prevent you from enjoying it. It would be improper to let Anuket and Akhem's efforts go unappreciated." Continuing his pace past the table, he pauses just alongside Crow in the kitchen, glancing at him out of the corners of his eyes.
"As for appetite," he begins, voice heavy in the quiet stillness; the dark red gaze is steady and unblinking. "I can assure you that I have one. It is simply selective."
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While busying himself, he takes the time to change into his preferred attire - a warlock's frock coat and brocade embroidered pants, both emblazoned in black, red, and adorned with a hint of gold embroidery - before stepping back out into the apartment proper, adjusting the buttons at his collar. His sleeves have been neatly adjusted, his hair fixed into proper place. Order established and deliberate where all should be.
It is then that his red, hellish gaze falls upon the table and its bounty and he pauses where he stands. One cannot deny the spread is generous: bread still warm, soft cheeses, honey, figs split open like garnets, spiced eggs, roasted meats. The scent of it hangs rich in the air, tempting to any who could stomach it. For a moment - perhaps too long - he says nothing, his expression carefully blank.
"I am afraid their generosity will be wasted," comes his even, almost deadpan reply. It is not discourteous, but simply a matter of observation. Taking another step forward, he approaches the table but neglects to take a seat. Those dark, unrelenting eyes trace the fare without hunger, absent of desire or need. Simple calculation, as one would study a still-life.
"My condition prevents me from eating such fare. It does not agree with me."
It is a truth, but a softened one. Should he attempt to eat, even to humor his benefactor, it would be as ash upon his tongue. And only moments later he would eject it from his body, perhaps causing more concern than anything.
"But do not let my failings prevent you from enjoying it. It would be improper to let Anuket and Akhem's efforts go unappreciated." Continuing his pace past the table, he pauses just alongside Crow in the kitchen, glancing at him out of the corners of his eyes.
"As for appetite," he begins, voice heavy in the quiet stillness; the dark red gaze is steady and unblinking. "I can assure you that I have one. It is simply selective."