Evan emerged from his luxurious bath, the warm water washing away the tension from his muscles and leaving him feeling revitalized. It could be seen in the way he carried himself that he hadn't let the argument with Serpahine affect his mood. He was the type that didn't let dogfart stay in his mind rent-free as he considered it a loss.
Walking over to his wardrobe, he scanned the rows of clothes in order to select something that matched his personal taste.
Normally, he would leave it up to his attendants, but today, he didn't bother calling them, preferring to rely on his own independence and self-reliance. It was because their recent behaviors had left him disgusted. Their tendency to sexualize him was offensive, to say the least.
He wrapped himself in a sumptuous robe, the fabric draping elegantly over his lithe frame. The silky black material complemented his raven locks perfectly. He turned to the mirror.
'Good enough.'
