He continued to smile, though his eyes were hard - grey and peircing.

"I would have thought I was doing you a favour," he said smoothly, the low baritone a near purr. "Pointing out the flaws of your system. Though you seem to have done a good job on yourself. Nose, lips, ears, breasts - obviously - and a bit of a tuck at the waist, I don't doubt. Removed ribs, even, you know a corset is usually enough for that. But you really should fire whoever did your lips, the length of your philtrum is too long and it throws off the whole look..."