It was decided - Zaviar was not going to listen to most of what came out of Lila's mouth. Because it only served to make him want to twitch or leave the room. He had a feeling that it was not much better for anyone else that knew her, including her own daughter. How Madeleine had managed to spend her entire childhood growing up with her without ending up some sort of maladjusted escaped him. Zaviar, of course, was not acknowledging the fact that most people in the world would have considered Madeleine to be extremely not well adjusted because in his opinion she was one of the only people who was worth the time of day. Her mother might have fallen into that category if she had not decided to regard him as, basically, a piece of meat that she had every right to stare at and make remarks about as though he was not very clearly with her daughter. "Thank you." For the shirt. Which he had not actually remembered leaving... either he was becoming forgetful or Madeleine had worn it out of his house one day. She did still have a pair of his pants somewhere.
"No, go right ahead." Maybe it would do some good for Lila to see that... no, he did not know where he was going with that. Except it involved Madeleine touching him and she was wearing a certain kind of top. Shifting in a way to make it easier he made sure to place a hand on her leg just above the knee before leaning up to kiss her. There, if it had not been made clear before then now it had to be. "Even if I hadn't asked I feel like she would have said something. I have eyes and can see how she's looking at me." His eyes turned towards Lila. "Which you can stop doing now that you've taken in pretty much every inch. Unless there was something else." And hearing Althea say that... Zaviar actually cracked a smile.