Solid red eyes widen slightly, and Caleb lets out a low whistle, rubbing at his chin as he looks over the bowtie. "Yeah, screwed it real good," he answers in a gravelly, but amused tone. There's a chuckle as he shakes his head. "Looks like a rainbow threw up on it." Very helpful, Caleb.

After a pause, it sets in that Mr. Fell seems to be looking for help fixing it, and Caleb's amusement gives way into uncertainty and annoyance. "...wait, you ain't wanting me to help, are you?" C'mon, dude, don't put him on the spot like that.

Except, do it.