[He's watching the painting as this first little exchange plays out, gauging to see what kind of reaction it might elicit, and ultimately notes with grim satisfaction that the Teasing Trio's interest does seem piqued; they're starting to lean in like a set of fascinated spectators drinking in a favorite sitcom or theater production, so at least all the nonsense isn't without its reward.

That, alone, helps to smooth over a little of his annoyance. Not a lot of his annoyance, mind, but enough that playing the part becomes at least a little easier to swallow. The promise of success is a rich reward.]

Just the contrary. I've seen so many beautiful venues around the resort — not that any of them hold a candle to you — but any one of them would at least be more worthy of you than this.

[This is, to his estimation, laying it on ludicrously thick. The Trio, however, seems to thrive on it, so...]

I don't even have a flower to offer you. It's shameful.