Elijah waved him off, he knew he couldn't keep him around but it was worth a shot. As the other retreated, he looked into his cup at the pale liquid. "I mean it's sort of beige , right? Isn't that a color?" He mused for a second and decided to give up and take a sip.

Suddenly the other blurted out, so unexpectedly that he nearly dropped the cup and instead spilled it all over himself. He gasped standing up and tried to wipe it off to spare his clothes from staining but only managing to dirty his gloves. His eyes turned to Zechariah in pure confusion and surprise. "What?! When did I say I was ugly?" The ad was the furthest thing from his mind, but it did hurt to hear it out loud.