"What?" he says, frowning. There isn't much for reflective surfaces, but the polished silver of the tea service makes for a decent replacement. He strides across the room and bends to get a look, unwittingly giving everyone in the room a full view of his back as the dark lines continues to etch themselves over it. The shadow of chain breaks when he moves but immediately starts to reform as he stops again.

All he sees for the moment is his lips. It's much more subtle than Phoebe's and difficult to interpret easily, so he at first seems more annoyed. "Oh, what now...?"