Yes, the Bambi look. [ He's about to say, like the one she has on right now, but that isn't the case. Her cheeks have gone all pink and he can't imagine why, except in the dim light of their tiny inn room, a fleeting thought flies through his mind that it doesn't all that awful on her either. Much better than when she had painted all that awful stuff on her face. ]

You know the one where your eyes go all wide and glisten from time to time. It makes you look like you're surprised by something.

[ It's a compliment, we promise.

Confusion crosses his features as he steps up towards her to look down at her. ]

Why wouldn't I look out for you? Did I do something that made you think that?