"Heh. Nice try. Can't smell across a room with your puny human nose." Wouldn't be long, though. The Mekhet were one of the types with heightened senses; soon she'd be able to smell the mustard stain on a guy's shirt from the other side of a diner.

There was also the little fact that Kindred didn't sweat. Although... leave a shirt on for enough days, it would still start to go stale. He gave his an experimental sniff.

"Right." Might as well change. Especially for a big night like tonight. He wandered over to his suitcase and flopped the baseball cap onto the motel dresser. As he flipped open the case, he glanced back at her over his shoulder. Sitting at the window all day. Probably watching the sunset. Probably better not to talk about it.

"Tony's a dick. Some people never change."