"Smudging? I'm not familiar with the term. Or practice? Perhaps both." Micolash's fingers fiddle with the hem of his waist coat, feeling slowly along the threads with one fingernail especially. His seating shifts a little as well, trying to keep still despite growing interest of what his conversation partner is saying. Like a child trying not to fidget in excitement.

"Mirrors? Really? May you...perhaps elaborate? Upon that having a connection?" Micolash bites his lower lip after asking, again looking strangely eager.