Bellamy's face communicates his inner thought: that he very much doubts he will be pleasantly surprised, no matter what happens beyond the door of the shop. He follows the lady inside anyways, his grim air more suitable to a man marching to some great trial.

This means that he's already looking unimpressed when he takes in the sight of a blacksmith in a lavender doublet, and continues to look unimpressed as the lady dismisses his current attire as unsuitable. Already said what he's going to say to that point, no point in saying it again. Haut-Brion. He makes a mental note of the family name that she drops so casually, and otherwise keeps his arms folded over his chest, impassive and unimpressed.

The blacksmith is already nodding, swept along by the promise of custom. Not quite what Bellamy is used to. He's going to be on her side, that much is clear; Bellamy shoots the lavender doublet another look. Great.

"No plate armor," he says, gruffly. Protesting will mar the image of 'dutiful servant', but that's fine. He's not on her payroll. "And no feathers."