His brows rise in soft surprise — he's never been called angular before, but the charcoal scales bordering his face could certainly cast bone structure illusions that sharpen that persistent youthfulness a little. He watches her appraise him, how her eyes reflect the cave lights, and he finds himself a bit taken by the antlers that shift hypnotically with the tilt of her head — but not to the point he completely loses focus on the features he should be looking at.

"Whatever it is, it's going on your face." Without missing a beat, he adds, "But luckily, I think that would suit you, too. Something to highlight your attractive cheekbones, perhaps..."