"Hmmm. Do you know of me and my work, I wonder?" he asks. He reaches over Felih to adjust the mirrors and crystals and as he does a faint scent washes over the Miqo'te, a kind of dark, musky-sweet smell, strange but not unpleasant. When he tests the bindings to make certain they're secure his fingers are very warm but dry as they brush against Felih's skin here and there.