Andras held his hands up in a way of playful surrender and lowered his gaze looking to the side, as the lady wishes. Though he had doubts about how much of a lady Agrat was.
He watched her but in a non-obvious way, the only thing that he was obvious about was when his eyes fell below her neckline, ran over her curves, flicking back to her face whenever she started a new sentence. He nodded sagely, ah yes, people not appreciating what they had. That was something that often came up in his line of work. He sat on the kitchen counter, elbows on his knees as he pressed the tips of his fingers together and smiled, "What do you have in mind?"