Dull eyes managed to widen a little, both at her gesture and response. He lifted his arm to smell himself. He did smell a little off, so he likely did reek to everyone else. "That's because I haven't bathed-- in weeks." Since what had happened. His throat began to tense up and he tugged his hood further down over his head, trying not to think about the idea of water, and failing.

"...I can try to help you pick out the tattoo." Their tastes were very different, but focusing on something else might be helpful. Or at least doable.