Luna eyed him up and down, not bothering to hide her judging. “What?” she snapped, covering her surge of self-consciousness with irritability. ”It’s natural to change somewhat after a thousand years.”
“Oh I wasn’t commenting in a bad sort of way, dear,” he sneered, teleporting behind her and then above, eyeing her, “You look nice. Though I could comment in a bad sort of way, if you want,” he reached out and picked at a strand of her hair, “Your hair is a little lackluster.”
