Akeem winced slightly, ducking his head, only to look back up with a sheepish smile. "Is that what I smell like." He never knew whether any of the other supernatural creatures he could smell could smell him back, or even sense him in some way, not unless he'd already encountered someone like them. "You smell particularly -" tempting? appetising? intoxicating? none of those words seemed adequate since he had just shot Fin down - "appealing, yourself." There, slightly more neutral.