[She offers only a little bit of a visible reaction to that, but it's a lot for her--an arched eyebrow while their eyes are still meeting. She stays silent as he whips his head back down, and indeed resumes shaving him without any immediate comment, content to let him stew in his embarrassment for a little bit.

And then she twists the knife.]

Ah, I see. You need the affections of a good woman to motivate you to come back alive. Another truly inconvenient bit of human brain chemistry.

[No laughter in her voice, of course, but she lets out an unusually expressive sigh to hammer home that she's teasing.]