[This time it doesn't bother him. He understands Polnareff's language a little better, he thinks — that and Fugo's arrival has left him serene, all the jagged edges of him momentarily smoothed out and filled in. He just smiles, shrugs a little.]

I like it. I like . . . well. I try different things, like I said, but bright colors are fun sometimes. Here—

[He pulls out a gold eyeliner that more or less matches. This is quick work, too, but not quite as quick; his movements are steady and concentrated. When he's done, he blinks a few times and reaches for the mascara. The end result, a few moments later, is essentially his features highlighted in gold, accented with enough black to be noticeable.]

It's not about using a lot, it's about being purposeful with it, I suppose. At least for me.