nuzzles against his shaved cheeks, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw. " 't suits you, " he murmurs, lips curled to an indulgent smile, " but then there is little that does not. "

He ought to complain, really. Being shaved against his will was, for the most part, a traumatizing experience. Not even given a small moment to for farewells, but he could admit to it giving him a much cleaner visage. What's more, if his beloved could find allure in it, what's there to not like? He leaned, attempting to reach for the Elezen's face to press a light kiss upon their parted lips.

"But you must admit you liked it better, no?"