Mm. An old habit, you might say. Even a standing offer. I am far too old to be too coy.

[they're quite expressive without their eye coverings, brows furrowing or eyes squinting amid contemplation. He seems restless, so it's just as well that they're efficient about it all.

Not that his occasional movements do anything to stop them from their work, though they do bring a little pause here and there. The scent is itself intoxicating too, cool and heavy as it is, but... that's just an endurance test, right?]

A boxer. [The repetition comes with both acknowledgement and understanding, and it puts most of Wriothesley's physique into perspective. The rest... the scars are notably glanced over, taken in but assumed better to not talk about with a stranger.

... even if that stranger is braiding their hair, or more importantly combing through it. That is enough to pull little shivers from Nimah, a thoughtful hum on their lips.]

I'm sure there are many body types I would fail to guess, but thank you. [Their fingers work their way up over his shoulders and neck now, tracing along his jaw. said fingers twitch slightly as his fingers run through their hair, a shiver that cuts through much of their relative calm. it's so sensitive, they can't help it.] One of my duties entails weapon training for newly Awakened humans... so I have some experience with various body types. But thank you, it's taken a few decades.

[so it's more practical, but still. he's... younger, they think, than they first thought. just a little, based on his brash confidence.]