"See, that's just creepy now. I bet you've been sniffing my shirts, penning my musky meter. That's weird, Feferi. And I had like, half a shower today." Which is to say he washed his face, sprayed himself with Capitol Axe and changed his shirt. That's a step, because sleeping and existing in the same shirt has been a strange, monotonous sort of comfort that he sacrificed to be fresh.

He glances around as well, looking back at her hands with a raised eyebrow. "What do you need my hands for?" He asks, holding out his hands to hover them over hers. "Are you going to show me a magic trick?" The sad thing is, he sincerely believes she might, even if he's getting the idea of what she's angling for.