"I require no excuses to do as I like," he said with something like cheer. Justification wad the tool of doubt, in his experience. He'd spent centuries doubting himself because of the lies he'd been told. He was done with that, refused to shiny at all, at least not where someone who would try to take advantage of it would see.

He snorted. "Nothing is ever good enough." While unspoken, the, "For you people," was implicit in his tone.

"Have fun. Do take a beard with you."