Her limpid orbs stared unflinchingly up and down at him. He closed and opened his eyes, hoping that what he beheld was a mere phantasmagoria or a trick of his mind.
Did thy closest confidant attire himself more elegantly than thou couldst fathom?
"That shall suffice, Rebekah," he interjected, feeling uneasy under her scrutinizing gaze as she sought the Elijah who preferred modest garb. "Look upon me not as if I am not the customary Elijah."
"But thou dost not resemble the customary Elijah," his brother Sam interjected, as he ran his digits along the collar of the coat adorning his kin. "Who attired thee like an idol?"
"Do not exaggerate."
"'Tis no exaggeration," Robert and Sam chorused.
"Thou art overly well-dressed, and..." He strode towards him, and Sam took a whiff of him. "Thou dost smell of the most expensive perfume."
