[Howl reorients himself to stand tall again, dragging his hands down his face to clutch his jacket around him. He could handle being called a villain, and the presumptions he was sneaking, and the punching.

But hideous? His expression turns so sour in seconds.] Well, I implore you to look again! I was rather handsome before you punched me!

[He casts a glance back at the mirrors, taking in her reflections now beside his own. He squares his shoulders, then pulls a hand from beneath his jacket to take Amelia's and keep walking.] And now this has become more unbearable.