"Have you been… training or something? Learning or researching a new technique?" Giselle asked tactfully as she studied Lex.
Lex, who finally took a moment to focus on himself from whatever was distracting him, smiled weakly. A wave of his hand was all it took to change his appearance, clean up, and look presentable. Yet there was a faint and distinct smell coming from him that Giselle found incredibly familiar, but couldn't place. The smell wasn't bad or anything, and in fact was even a little pleasant. It was just… it tugged at some distant memories, and Giselle could not quite place why that was.
