A little shake of her head, a noncommittal hum; no, there was no interruption, and no, he doesn't displease her...it's disconcerting, though, to see his human glamour and realise she wouldn't prefer it. By a significant margin, she wouldn't prefer it. His hair is too short and all of him too close to the ground and it's just not right. She'd have felt badly, if she'd looked at him and liked it better this way, but she isn't quite sure how to feel at her own certainty in the opposite direction.

'Unnecessarily tall' has always been a euphemistic sort of a phrase.

In any case: that question is a telling one. She briefly entertains what his expression might do if she were to answer no, but-

“I've already had it for the month, but I brought it in case this doesn't all conclude in as timely a fashion as planned.” Her sidelong glance, one eyebrow raised, isn't quite a question that doesn't exactly need an answer.