"There's no need for that I know how I look." His skin felt like it was slowly peeling off him and he didn't dare look.

Like he never dared to face his mother when he had disappointed her again.

Bach took a peek. "Okay, you have a magic mirror. I'm sure it speaks as well. Anything else you want of me, cr- lady? I'm sorry I bothered you for a shot, but now I at least know that I rather starve than return her for some pennies. This is not a pretty look for anyone involved."