( It's an impression that makes her snort, a softer noise of amusement preceding the wry grin that follows his compliment. )

We could always trade, you know. I'm sure you'll look stunning with glitter to highlight the sparkles in your eyes.

( The implicit tease coming across in the tone of her voice. Bringing her hand to her chest in such a manner as to play her fingers over her breastbone, barely touching flesh, she looks up at his slantwise. )

Very dashing, I'm sure you'll be all the rage. Meanwhile I'd have to work on my dark and mysterious routine.

( Glancing down briefly, she adds: )

Possibly by starting with finding a suit-able wardrobe.

( ............................... Badumtish. )