[That. Something just happened there. He thinks. The blink seemed a bit odd, but he decides to let it slide just this once and see what's going on instead. Kicking off the elf shoes into the corner, he pads into the living room.]

Coulda sworn I put that t'ing under his box 'fore I left. [Unceremoniously, he flops down into his arm chair, and locks Adele with a mischievous grin that is perfect cover for keeping a close eye on her.] An' don't go knockin' the acrobat duds. Ain't jus' any guy who can pull off hot pink pants.