Alyxander smiled and nodded politely at what Kate had said before she left. A bit of barely noticeable blush at the comment about his eyes, but nothing more than that. The mention of it caught him off guard; he had never been complimented before. Afterwards, he walked off into the bathroom. When he looked in the mirror he half expected to find the messy, unkempt self he'd been before this whole ordeal. His thick brown hair was almost shoulder length. But instead of being snarled and matted like it would have been before, it was neatly brushed. Ann had done a great job at getting all of the tangles out.<br/><br/>His pale skin used to be covered in bruises and cuts. It was believed that vampires couldn't bruise because of their lack of blood in their body; it was completely untrue though. While vampires are still young, such as Alyx, they were still mostly human; they had to breathe, they had a heartbeat, and their skin wasn't as cold as the older vampire's were because of that. As vampires age past their human looks, though, their heartbeat slows and eventually stops; meaning they have to have more and more blood to sustain their life.<br/><br/>The scars and wounds had healed very well, though most still remained. For the worst of them, Alyx knew he'd probably have to live with them for his whole life. Luckily there were very few that were so bad. Scars from beatings when he was very young, after he'd just become Lady Malora and Lord Draco's slave, were faded but some still visible. It took time for scars to heal; but even longer for mental scars to fade.<br/><br/>Alyxander finally started washing up, splashing a bit of water on his face and drying it a bit. He realized he had grown a bit of a beard and mustache and nearly chuckled to himself.He hadn't had the ability to keep himself clean-shaven and washed up in the past. The boy searched around a bit and managed to find a razor. shaving off what little stubble he had, he put it back after he had finished.<br/><br/>A moment later, when he went to change, he realized Kate had forgotten to leave him out some clothes. He didn't blame her, she had been excited and no doubt honestly forgotten to do so without meaning to. He walked out of the bathroom, glancing around the room and wondering where the wardrobe was... or which one was the wardrobe anyways. There were so many drawers and shelves with such that each one could easily been mistaken for a dresser. The boy leaned against the doorway, deciding to just wait until Kate returned so he could ask her.