[ The way she talks is curious. Or rather, the way she phrases things is quite unusual. Playing with lace, the bird—When she phrases things that way, it immediately makes him think that she may not be human herself, but it's a little too obvious to take a look at her soul to confirm that. He remains quiet as she says that much, though when she regards him, he's all the more sure of it. Those eyes certainly aren't human, but...

Lace, a bird, those cat-like eyes...? Hm. He finds himself considerably more curious. ]

Oh, I would expect nothing, miss. It is my duty to serve others.

[ He sounds quite sincere, though that's a strange thing to say. ]

Though, may I offer my sympathies? If lace is not to your liking in the first place, this must be quite irritating.