The strange man turned and looked at her with an expression that nearly defied description; as if an adult were attempting to make sense of a childs' nonsense question. His head canted and he did not mock nor deprecate, merely did he take the site of her in her mood in. Of course it seemed as if she were in no mood to deal with such a situation, and quickly he drew himself up and nodded deeply to her, free hand across his chest as he performed the motion adequately, lest she be a royal. He seemed to take no note of the necessities of maintaining her shop, be it a grumbling worker or a box in the middle of the room.<br/><br/>"From one looking so unhappy as you, I would expect the inverse question Goodmiss. What possibly could I do for you to make your mood seem better?" He paused in speech and looked her over, though his eyes never seemed to move... she could simply feel the way they rolled over her skin, taking in every detail, every indication, from the strain in how she stood to the lines of annoyance that marred her features early that morn.<br/><br/>"Though if you insist, I would enjoy a cup of tea, and, if you have the time, a conversation. Far be it from me to impose myself upon you, good miss, but you seem in need of distracting company, if I might be so bold as to say. I mean no offense, I promise lady, and if you are other wise occupied, I will not be insulted."<br/><br/>The smile upon his lips was either playful or malicious; impossible to tell at that moment which it truly was. He appeared every inch the noble villain, his long black hair oiled and pulled into a perfect tail, with not one fiber out of place. His clothing was similarly cared for and maintained, not so much as a blemish detected, and not so much as a single stitch out of place in spite of the complexity of the weave used in its creation.