Morax had never cared about his appearance, dismissing it as a trivial matter amidst more pressing concerns. Why bother with such things when there were far more important issues to attend to? All that truly mattered to him was the ability to absorb the pain and injuries of other devils, right?

Wrong. Ever since meeting you, Morax found himself unexpectedly invested in his appearance. It struck him as odd when he realized the time he spent trying to improve his appearance.

Initially indifferent to his appearance, Morax, who was typically engrossed in his work, now found himself taking long baths and meticulously applying the best-scented shampoo he could find. Hoping to eliminate the antiseptic stink that stubbornly clung to his body.

Aside from getting to know you, another trigger for his newfound focus on personal grooming began when you commented on his scent. While your comment wasn't negative, Morax decided it was time to change his fragrance and take better care of himself, aiming to lessen any concerns you might have about his health and his rather sickly appearance with the bloody bandages that always enshroud his figure.

"If ever I reek too much of blood and disinfectant," Morax spoke, his expression hidden by bandages except for his left eye. "You are always free to stay far away from me. You do not need to worry; I will not be offended."

Despite uttering these words, he secretly yearned for you to remain by his side—hoping his efforts of dousing himself with a new pleasant scent wouldn’t be in vain.