For a moment his eyes widened, slightly bewildered by being called Dinah. Instinctively, he glanced behind himself to see if perhaps there were another woman in the room. But when he came to realize that this was not the case, he sighed and stared at the Hatter in slight annoyance. "I am not that feminine, what an insult. To answer your riddle though, which you've asked me a million times before, there are many potential answers, but in truth, there is no answer." For a moment he contemplated splashing the teapot water in the Hatter's face, in hopes of snapping him out of it. Yet he knew, at the same time, that if he did, it could cause a rather negative reaction. Perhaps causing him to go all mopey and silent again in that nasty, decrepit room of his upstairs. "Besides, your attempts at flirting are completely and utterly sad and lacking in taste. You'd never win a woman over with such a corny line."  In the end, he decided to ignore this hallucination the Hatter was having, and began mixing things together, intending to make carrot cake.