Multiple emotions will cross through the young males face; ranging from disbelief, insult to a vague sort of sheepish amusement. Queue an awkward clear of the throat as he glances down at the other,
❝Yes. Yes, I know.❞
Trust him, he really does. God damn his sister and her love of all dogs that, lets be honest, are really to small to actually legitimately qualify as being a dog. They don’t bark, they squeak. Another clear of the throat; it’s a rather poor habit. His nose will crinkle in a discreet attempt to sniff himself, to see if the smell is quite as bad as the stranger appears to make it. How awfully embarrassing if it is.
❝Sorry—-_ I shower at least twice a day. But the smell just-… sticks.
Would you prefer it if I took a step away?
I’d hate to inconvenience you.
—-_ Or anyone.
———___ Sorry.❞
The look on the young man’s face makes the contempt on the jinn’s face change into mild amusement. It’s always interesting when humans react to insults with something other than a returned insult. Iblis shifts its weight to another foot, arms still crossed as the human continues.
“Twice a day? Your hygiene is most impeccable. Consider me impressed.”
Of course, the rather bland and not-very-impressed tone of voice betray the lie, but the smirk on Iblis’ face is a good-natured as it can be. The creature shrugged, waving off the man’s offer to take a few steps away. Its smelling is its strongest sense, followed closely by hearing. Its sight… well, that was an entirely different story.
“You aren’t inconveniencing me by smelling bad. You aren’t the worst-smelling person I’ve met. They aren’t your dogs, then?”