I tend to remain in my room, if not my garden. No, I choose merely to annoy you. [The cant of his head and a cheeky smile.]

[Ah, but he was confused again. The cheekiness was gone quickly enough, a brow furrowed.]

...They are implements used to correct my eyesight. Though I suppose I did spend a fair deal of my life with my face locked against the pages of a dusty old tome.

Ailing as they are... I pride myself on my eyes. [And so he removed his glasses, and chose instead to lean on the counter again, observing her face.]

Hm. As should you.