My face? I know, I'm beautiful, a gift to the world. [Is that sarcasm there? No, it couldn't be. Especially not after the dreaded 'r' word has been dropped. Logically, Cayde understands that that's the easiest way for anyone to identify him, he's had this conversation a dozen times (though admittedly with a bit more coherency), but that still doesn't stop the tinge of annoyance in the back of his mind.

Taking a knee, he offers out a gloved hand almost expectantly.]

Y'know what. Sure. Sure whatever, we'll go with that. And I'll have you know I most definitely get to be both charming and handsome, some of us don't have pick.