💬🕰️ — "Aha-ho ho!" he laughs; full-on belly-laughs, as though it were the funniest thing he's heard all week. Goodnaturedly of course - or intended to be so. "Why..." he breathes, pressing a hand to his middle and leaning over - right into her space as though to whisper a great secret. "My dearest, Ellie!" he chirps, and though there is no 'face' on that clockface of his, you could almost swear he was grinning...
"There is nobody quite like ME." Then he's leaning back, shoulders relaxed and chest puffed out in that way he always holds himself, his voice slipping back to it's usual obnoxiously bright tone. "Truly! I'm one of a kind, if I do say so myself! Unless.... hmm... Unless I'm not..." he trails off thoughtfully, bringing a hand up to rest upon where his chin would be if he had one, a gloved finger tapping against the face of his clock.
"--But in any case!" he snaps almost immediately out of his pensive state, regarding Ellie with the usual amount of cheeriness. "Do I look like a monster? Sincerely, I ask. Wait, No! oh!" he waves his hands dramatically, "--Don't answer that, I don't think I'd like to know. No... No, Ellie, I am far from like usual rabble that tromp through those doors. I'm a detective, you see! And besides.. I need no food nor water nor any other sort of nourishment to sustain myself, AND I don't wish harm upon anyone! I'd say that's sufficient evidence to surmise I am indeed, not, a monster! Right? Right! You needn't anything to worry about, my dear!"