[Stunned dismay! He starts to grab for them, then stops. He's still a Victorian gentleman, and it's one thing to paw at a lady's blouse when she's inviting the attention -- another to maul her bosom when she hasn't. But... his pince-nez!]

But...but... Iiiiiiiiiiislaaaaaaaaaaa! I just got those back!

[Forlorn. He wilts a little before her very eyes.]

Don't you like them? Even a little?