"Hey, it's distinguished!" he tried to counter but ended up scratching sheepishly at the back of his neck. A shrug and he looked up at Gladio. "I uh - ran out of a razors like four months back," and really it's probably pathetic that it even took four months to get where he was. Which was patchy and admittedly fairly terrible even with all his posturing to the opposite.

"You could probably pull off any look though, Gladio, I mean... come on," said with a light chuckle and he made quick work of tossing his boxers back on but didn't make a move to get dressed much past that.