He lets his eyes roam over her, that faint hint of disdain not going away, but there's a creeping feeling starting to run down his spine. It's not much, not yet, but there's something causing his alarm bells to blaze loud, ringing in his head to the tune of an old sonata. Up and down, he eyes her as if he's debating whether she's going to be shoes or something he can actually wear. "And here I thought your heart beat quicker at the very sound of his deductions," he deadpans, arms folded behind his back. "It's a good thing you were useful, otherwise I would've had to add a bit of red to your wardrobe earlier than expected. Still might," he warns, voice high and aggressively cheerful.