[He bows with a flourish, though it's less like a gentleman and more jester-like when it comes from Amal.]
Lucky guess!
[He laughs lightly at the expression.] That's definitely an... interesting turn of phrase. [He waits with his feet on the floor until the first eye is in range, and then he clasps a lacy red-ribboned bra around it so the cup obscures the eyeball. And the cup on the back should take care of any omnidirectional weirdness... maybe... he hopes... These things seem to defy physics.]
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Lucky guess!
[He laughs lightly at the expression.] That's definitely an... interesting turn of phrase. [He waits with his feet on the floor until the first eye is in range, and then he clasps a lacy red-ribboned bra around it so the cup obscures the eyeball. And the cup on the back should take care of any omnidirectional weirdness... maybe... he hopes... These things seem to defy physics.]
How's that?