He does notice that touch of a smile, considers it a victory worthy of another round of fireworks as far as he's concerned. But he isn't going to draw attention to it.

"Oh yeah. Best part about 'em was that particular portion of my men were the ones best able to make the most out of the littlest things. They'd already be piss drunk an' tryin' to shame me. Woulda annoyed the piss out of me then but now I'm more'n happy to do it in their name."

He taps his head where some of the sors has gathered like snow, catching and reflecting the light of the show and his fin's soft red glow, and brushes it off irritably in a flash of bright sparkles.

"Hair is weird but sometimes I envy y'all when it's chilly out.