Aven closes his eyes, shaking his head. "Certainly not: most if the time, I would bath in my family's bathhouse, and in this body, until I met you, I didn't exactly get sweaty or anything of the sort..." He stops to ponder what exactly that would mean, coming up blank. "I wonder why that is?" He doesn't suppose there could be a part of him still made if light matter, could there be? No, that would make no sense, it had to be something else: perhaps, deep down, he had desired to have a scent?
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