Han woke early. A sharp, pleasant fragrance lingered, normal for him lately. He wondered if his nose had sharpened, if he was picking up new scents, or if he had evolved to smell good to attract the opposite sex.
I like this version of me.
It could be that I have a lot of testosterone now. I escaped the mansion, found new knowledge, and a whole new world opened to me. It's normal to be excited and be flooded with testosterone. Or it could be something related to dragons that I don't understand yet.
Either way, he had plenty lined up, so he stayed busy. He ran through a quick morning routine and went downstairs, where his maids were already at attention. Only five were there. Hanna's absence reminded him of the old days when he was the worst descendant of the Third Family.
Funny how loss can tidy up a man.
Looks like I've truly assimilated Han's memories and persona by now.
