Vax found himself staring at himself in the mirror almost incapable of recognizing himself in the clothes and his hair. Still, the outfit wasn't too bad. He'd always been a fan of keeping it simple. Hence the black. Even if the Raven Queen's armor meant he would be sporting something a bit more embellished than he was used to, but the perks had been wonderful in battle, he supposed.
Hearing the series of truths that spilled forth in the five years since Gilmore had been in this foreign land, he merely nodded. "That's wonderful, Gilmore." He turned and offered him a genuine smile. "I'd imagine in five years you'd have found someone. Look at you." He wore a small, teasing grin, though. "But fantastic is a bit hyperbolic, don't you think?" He quirked a brow. "Though, I suppose, in comparison to most of the men who've taken you to bed in the past, I'm glad he exceeds expectation." The underlying message being: it's not as though he'd ever had Vax in his bed.
Glancing at his wardrobe, he merely chuckled. "Shaun, you and I both know, there's only one room in Preya for an extravagant, shining beacon of color and whimsy. You're the star. I'm just the man in the background."