He glances over at the remains of her pieces and almost gives way to the temptation he has to smirk. Instead, he keeps an impassive expression as he looks back toward the strange, little girl.

An eyebrow quirks at the accent and isn't sure if he can place it, or if he should ask. Lord knows he's tired of being asked if he's Scottish.

"I've been known to. It's a valuable hobby, afterall."