Azem makes no move to cover themself. Leaving their somewhat buff form fully on display. Beneath their meager breast, their mark can be seen, bold against their skin. It resembles a portion of their summoning circle spell.

"Oh my!" Azem can't help but jerk back a bit at his near-violent reaction to seeing them sitting there. Their surprise is covered by another laugh. This one will be fun to play with, they think.

"So you recognize me, hmm?" Azem's grin only grows wider, akin to that of a wolf that's cornered its prey, as they lean in toward him.