If it had been anyone else but Khadgar bonking him lightly on the head with their staff, they would have gotten an earful from an irritable Magus - but instead, his old apprentice got a bemused snort and a roll of the eyes. He couldn't help a self satisfied smirk though at the response to his teasing jibe. He didn't need to see Khadgar behind him to know the Archmage was blushing. He could hear it in his voice.

Once they were situated in the room, he glanced over at Khadgar when the other man sat on the couch. The fire from the brazier cast a warm glow on his face, softening his features, causing his green eyes to stand out and his dark hair to contrast starkly against his skin. He smirked a little at the hair comment.

"It grew out." He said simply. "Hard to find a barber in a battlefield." He raised a brow as he worked on undoing the clasps on his mantled cloak. "I prefer it long anyway." He offered a sound of agreement in his throat, agreeing with the fact that sleeping in layers of clothing could be...uncomfortable. Out in the field, there was no luxury to change into something preferable. One pretty much slept where they were, in what they were wearing at the time.

With a sigh, he removed his cloak, draping it over the back of the couch. He wore a sleeveless tunic, and a tabard over that - belted at the waist. Loose and comfortable trousers were tucked into leather boots, worn from traveling. He wasn't a wall of muscle like a warrior, but he did have a lean strength in his frame with healthy fit muscle tone for one his age. He wasn't your typical mage. He worked on removing the bracers around his forearms before tugging off his boots. Ah...much better.

He settled back against the couch. Trying to figure out how to relax his busy mind enough to get some sort of rest. Being overtired didn't help.