Fortescue continues to smirk at him, her eyes glittering and just as mischievous as the rest of her expression as she gets some butter out of the fridge.

"Oh, you know. Entertaining poses." She may, or may not, be working up to what he's dreading. It's hard to tell, with that face of hers. "Like stage performers finishing an act. Voila!" Lifting her arms briefly skyward, she gives a demonstration. "Or clothing catalogue models, pretending to be casual and just being strange."

Her arms at her sides again, she displays the pose of someone laughing at a vaguely funny joke they'd just heard at a party.