As an after thought, Medivh tugged off his belt and tabard and draped them neatly with his cloak, leaving the sleeveless tunic on. With the warmth of the fire in the brazier, it was getting much cozier in here now. During all this time, he had been watching Khadgar out of the corner of his eye, noting every scar, mark or exposed skin. He told himself it was a natural instinct to 'check' to see if he really was okay...but...in a sense he couldn't help but eye the snow white haired man in the firelight.

He quickly looked away - rubbing at the scar along his neck absently. It wasn't common for him to disrobe this much either. He wasn't a vain person, but he did do his best to be clean and neat in appearance. He never really thought of himself as handsome or ugly - he had never really considered how he looked to others or worried about it much. He sat poised on the edge of the couch, wondering just how to get comfortable. He saw Khadgar stretch and smiled to himself slightly, glad that the other man was able to get comfortable. Medivh's main problem was that he wasn't used to 'relaxing'.

"Hmm?" He murmured at something Khadgar said, looking over. When it registered he smiled a little, eyes softening. "Really? How old is the lad now?" He leaned back on the couch in an attempt to get comfortable with a soft sigh.