[And then he flexes a smile that could devour the world.]

Oh, pish posh, sweetheart.

It was nothing, really. [Said whilst demurely flicking his gloved fingertips into the midst of all his curls.] One part feigned servitude so as to render oneself beyond notice, one part 'oh that young lord thinks himself cleverly in disguise again, and yet he can't seem to stop staring at you, darling,' and one part—

Errhm. Mm. Well. Another part just a dash of sleight of hand to top the whole thing off. We're working in thirds today.