"Yeah. Though my fin and eyes have been more reliable in a fight. Smell's just... I dunno. A comfort or discomfort thing. Another way to take in a new place or new people. No judgin' in it. Makes little differences matter. A weird one is you kinda smell like wet forest soil and a touch of sulfur under all the normal smells. But I figure that's from however ya came back." He remembers Tobirama having mentioned he was dead at one time. It was a reasonable assumption to make.

Yondu at least knows the difference in love and pleasure. And while he'd adore to be able to one day combine the two, and frequently used paying for the latter as a way to fill the void for the former temporarily, he is aware of the differences. Each type of love, familial, friendly, romantic, as excruciating and sharp as the last in its absence.

But that story is told, at least, and Tobirama's been dutifuly warned. The former hokage knows he's an idiot, but the utter ineptitude in this case is through sheer lack of sustenance more than intelligence.

All of that aside, as he described that scent before he's been watching the building. "Well they shouldn't make a day about bein' brave if they wanted to keep people outa danger." He lets go of the strap to his bag then. "Alright well, I need to get the thing, an' then we go get food, an' then we go have a picnic with a view."