Slicked-back curly hair that gleams as if perpetually oiled, combed tightly to the scalp so that the curls crowd at the nape in a small unruly knot. His face is narrow with a thin penciled mustache and a carefully trimmed goatee that ends in a single silver bead. He favors bright, slightly clashing colors and fabrics that catch light and attention: a mustard waistcoat embroidered with tiny clockwork motifs over a violet shirt, a brocade frock coat with sleeves slightly too long, and a purple silk cravat pinned with a miniature compass stuck under a clear crystal. He walks with a cane topped by a carved beetle of blackened brass and moves with a practiced, languid grace that suddenly snaps to alertness when he perceives rare or valuable things. Unexpected detail: his left glove is worn and patched in dull wool while the rest of his clothing is immaculate, giving the impression he both cares for appearances and secretly handles things he would rather not advertise.