[ He frowns at the question, and his expression turns briefly irritable -- about to protest before she just barrels onwards.
Blend in? He huffs, reassembles his answer, and is about to answer again when a flurry of magic hits him.
He blinks, feeling his shirt warily and then lifting his hand to his hair. It's instinct for someone this vain to check, and the desire to check is proven wise. He sighs and begins winding it around his fingers to try and tame it. ]
You're telling me I should enjoy being plunged into ice water?
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Blend in? He huffs, reassembles his answer, and is about to answer again when a flurry of magic hits him.
He blinks, feeling his shirt warily and then lifting his hand to his hair. It's instinct for someone this vain to check, and the desire to check is proven wise. He sighs and begins winding it around his fingers to try and tame it. ]
You're telling me I should enjoy being plunged into ice water?
[ Yes, he's well aware this isn't an answer. ]