A nervous sort of smile crossed his lips as he tried to figure out what he was seeing "Oh, yes, much better. Erm, I mean comparatively." The appearance of the striking mirror woman had thrown his terrified mind off track. He stuttered and tried to think on his feet."Ahh, I ain't a good plaything though, see?"He tried to walk forward and tripped over his tied up shoe laces. He caught himself easily with his forearms, a tribute to his former sport. As he sat suspended on his toes and arms he looked up with a stupid grin "See? Can't even walk. Sure you could find somebody better than me?" His eyes went over her curves and lingered at the hems of her colorful corset. He gulped and struggled to continue, his eyes never coming back up to hers. "A nice, embodied, person like you would surely want a play thing that could do more than slapstick right?" He asked, a look of fright and hope mixed in his face.