A trembling white hand stretched out from the looking glass.
Like crawled out of his mirror and rolled onto the carpet. 
He did so in a bizzare mixture of sleep drunkenness and grace.
Yawning and stretching he stood up. His form still fitting the title he'd be called by at home;
Long white hair on a slender head above a slender figure.
He had pointed ears and deep hollow eyes that made him look like an elf or other fey creature.
His sharp cut suit made of vibrant color silk and felt.
Like wouldn't be surprised if he'd have a certain undead guest on his case about that later.

With another yawn Like picked up the mirror and reverted it to a small hand mirror for convenience.
"Hey see you lot later, I'm going to unpack my stuff."
And with nothing but his mirror he wandered off and up the stairs.