Honestly? The expression on his face made him look as if she might as well be beating his pet dog in front of him. The irritation, sneer, disgust. He did nothing to hide it. There was a minute where he seemed to be thoroughly debating how much he was going to fight with her, but the plume on her head made for a tough argument. If she was so willing to make a fool of herself, then he should be willing to let her do this. If he could be friendly towards her he could make an ally of her, she'd be willing to talk... It dawned on him he could recreate his crows, with a little luck and a lot of patience he just didn't have.

"Fine." He spat the word, but pulled up a stool for him to sit on so she could easily work on his hair. His hair was well kept, soft, with a shock of silver at the front. He was very still as she worked on it, looking up into the mirror once she stepped away. It was no peacock plume atop his head by any means - it was subtle, but quite attractive. The feathers reminded him of his old armor and, though it was an accident, he almost appreciated it. Almost.

He stood and pulled the tailcoat on, buttoning it as he muttered. "Of course I look good." She must have seen him bristle as she said she was going to act vapid and make his life easier, the glint in his eye coupled with the way his lips started to curl. He seemed to calm down as she explained it was her job. He pocketed the gloves for now as he turned to her, all together too serious. He almost told her that the King on this mission wasn't the one she should concern herself with, but he held back as he got a good look at her makeup.

He shook his head. "I've seen many a Guardian with questionable choices for face paint, but this takes the cake. Come here. Sit." If she tried to reassure him it was fine he would haughtily cut her off firmly and tell her to sit her ass down.