"And yet, the sad face." He murmured, attempting to soothe this ire, to gentle this upset. "You should not seem so sad, Soleil, it is not becoming upon your handsome face, these eyes, this pout."

Not that the man is actually pouting and not that he can use his normal means of distraction in the slightest- but it is something he can try. To tease out a smile, to coax something closer to normal for them.