Well. Themis didn't have 'dust in his face' especially high on his list of expectations for today; more the fool for him, as he wipes away enough to clear his vision. A quick lean and spit to the side clears his mouth. Glamorous? No. But the dirt won't mind.

"Exuberant today, dearest Angeal?" the teasing tone is a bit amusing with his face all dirty.

"What project is this, if I may ask?"