Isabel's face goes long, long, into something of a smirk. Really, she's trying very hard to not laugh, as she hasn't got a leg to stand on, and a long fall of waist-length blue hair to show for her efforts.

But it fails, and a little giggle does escape her, as she lifts a hand to cover her mouth.

"You look like a mini-grandpa," she informs him. "But you have to admit, it does go better with the House colors!" And she giggles again. "At least for the next day or so."