Though it is, as ever, difficult to tell how much he is paying attention to her and how much he is staring through her, he does take the time to observe at this brief proximity that her features are similar to but much sharper than Bellatrix's. The comparison is not truly significant, as he does this with any woman who has similar coloring. When she settles back, so does he, glancing down his chest and watching the tentacles furl fitfully in response to that parting flick. Under his watchful look they eventually curl tight and stay that way. His eyes flicker to Ilde and they twitch to underscore another distinctly dry pause.

"Thank you," he says blandly, sitting perfectly still. "Truly I will cherish this reminder of the wonders of the deep."