[ Midnight's single eyebrow lifts higher and higher under each association, and by the time she gets to shades, he's looking down at her in the dark, laughing a little under his breath. ]

My, my... Well, I do appreciate your discerning eye. I don't consider myself all that complex, but I do like to think I have my own facets. That which shines under many sorts of light.

[ Which is just a fancy way of him wondering what, exactly, he's said or done to be any more complex than a voracious flirt who just happens to have some good work ethic. (Not that he's actually asking for answers. He's perfectly happy with making up his own.) ]