Hearing her voice, Richard froze. There was something familiar-- and a wave of emotion hit him. Recognition, respect, something like anger or jealousy, disdain, amusement, they hit him like a kick in the gut and he blinked, trying to sort them out. When he opened his eyes again, he saw, well, a different woman. Fuller, older, and with hair unlike any he'd ever seen. Gods, she was gorgeous.
And, as quick as it had come, it was gone. He realized that he had been gaping for a moment, and that the fez was being slowly contorted by the death grip he had on it. Awkward. Quickly, trying to salvage the moment, he swept into a bow (which he didn't remember learning how to do) and put the hat on his head. It was at least a size too small. "Do you think so? I mean, I wasn't intending on going as a organ-grinder's monkey this Halloween, but if you think it works!" He gave her his very best smile and tried not to stare.