He instead gets the flattest of flat stares.

"What poor creature did you kill to make that ridiculous accessory? The feline in his hand begins to struggle again and he shoots it a narrow look before setting it down. It scampers off and disappears into the alleyways in a trice. "It looks hideous," he continues. "Did you even think about the outfit or did you close your eyes and rummage through someone else's wardrobe?"

Ouch.