He sniffed. "Brie, then a grape, huh? I should thank you to keep categorizing me in the dessert range."

As for where, hmm. He brought a hand to his shoulder. Despite the bloom of grey from his wrists to his claws, the neck and shoulders were the pristine white. "I guess... here? Any marks can go under the jacket easy enough and keep the nosies from asking questions that aren't any of their business."