Definitely like a relic, but with more leather, and with looser morals as far as it applies to tying up the laces on his shirt strings. What can he say, he knows he looks good. And he knows that the red of the vest and the jacket accentuate the white of his skin, the black of his hair, and the blue of his eyes.

He smiles in response to her compliment, inclining his head slightly at her. "You are a vision yourself, mon amie," he replies. He turns back to the food itself, looking almost wistful as he continues, "Tell me about it." The food. It will not be the same, him eating it himself. Everything turns to ash in his mouth these days, and being honest with himself, he misses it.