Well, this is the kind of shit you get when your DM is into Lovecraftian bullshit.

"Well, I'd say there was that time at the beach, but..."

One, it had a lot of sun, so not so great for the delicate drow flower over here. Also there was that whole thing where he got possessed by an elder god thing or something, that was a trip.

But the mention of skincare? Malcer perks up a little, you've just said the magic goddamn words, Varis.

"You do realize who you're talking to, don't you?"

He's, like, the skincare king. Do you see his glowing complexion, Varis? Okay, he's not exactly glowing right now, but he's got the best cared for skin on this side of the world. Malcer steps a little closer to him, just a bit into his personal space there, and beckons.

"Lean down a bit, let me see what we're working with."