Kevin removed his mask, showing his face for the first time in a while. He had a bit of an angular jaw, and his chin and lower jaw was covered in a stubbly beard, his eyes coal black and his other facial features bearing signs that women would possibly see as attractive. Except maybe for the single scar going over his right eye, which itself seemed to be fine. Truly, he was his father's son. He bowed to Bob, smiling at him, her... it. "It was truly amazing to meet you, Bob, and thank you for the drink." He then began walking, looking for Genocide. He looked at his drink and absentmindedly, against his better judgement, took only a very slight sip. His magical aura flared up on instinct, ready to offer protection in case the drink proved toxic or dangerous.