Emerson waved a hand, dissipating the smell of cigarette smoke that tended to linger after a cigarette with a touch of magic. He was used to the action, not wanting to smell like a smoker anymore than most people wanted to smell the after effects of the smoking.
"A common misconception. I do actually shower regularly," he replied, not put off by the barb as he leaned in a little closer, a playful smirk on his lips. "Wanna sniff me?" He actually didn't smell like the hobo he seemed to be pretending to be with his outfits.