Not that he couldn't recognize himself. After all, he could see the familiar black hair, just more tousled than usual.
Honestly, it was embarrassing, considering he had just been arguing with the mightiest dragon alive—who also happened to be his boss—while his hair was sticking up in places it shouldn't have been.
As for the rest, it was still his body.
The same relatively lanky one that just so happened to look more refined now because of the black silk pajamas that he was wearing. It hung loosely at the collar, brushing against pale skin that clearly needed sunlight and maybe a week's worth of vitamin D.
So what was he uncertain about?
His eyes… something was definitely wrong with them.
While one remained its usual soft green, the other gleamed like polished emerald glass.
