Palamedes looks away, trying very hard--and failing--to hide his smile. He had been telling the truth when he said that he knew people often talked about his eyes; he doesn't entirely understand the reaction so many of them seemed to have, but he knows how to use it to hid advantage. Yet it's a different thing altogether to be told to his face, particularly by someone he--

Well, someone he very much wants to think well of him.

"Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to help their efficiency," he jokes, tapping the side of his glasses. "But I'm glad they give you a good impression."