He shrugs. Nothing he can do about his bad mouth now.

He can't help examining her, trying to see which parts of herself she plucked from his memories, either of his wife or his sister or the girls he dated while in college. Perhaps thankfully, he can't tell which parts she mined from him and which she mined from the others.

Gipsy, you look wonderful. He spreads his hands a little, silently prompting her to do the same. Come here, love, let me see you properly.