Lazarus is, to say the least, kind of an odd duck. He is too pale and two thin, with mixed asian and european ancestry and shabby clothes that have a way of accentuating his stark, harsh angles. He wears all black, with skinny jeans, steel-toed boots and asymmetrical edges, favoring a somewhat post-apocalyptic aesthetic that makes him look more than a little bit unapproachable. His posture is hunched and his steps are quiet and slow despite the boots.

"Nothing in particular. I don't know much about flowers," Lazarus admits, looking at a bunch of pink roses as though they're an artifact beyond his understanding. "I guess... something for a girl," he decides with a one-shouldered shrug. "To maintain, rather than to seduce. That part's done," he adds blithely.