"Mm? Thank you." Ah, the abrasive cloths. He would rather the abrasive soaps and stones of Antiva but alas, it was not to be. This would have to do. More often than not such things are used for cleaning blades of gore rather than skin.

There might be a perverse poetry in him using it on himself. If he had much a mind for poetry of that sort.

"Conceited? Narcissistic? Vain?" Not said unkindly- being accused of vanity- well. He was vain. Why lie? "You rinse the oil out afterward, Merrill. First you heat it, then you massage it along your scalp and hair and let it sit for a quarter of an hour, then you rinse it. Behold. Hair softer than the finest orelsian silks."