He isn't in the mood to deal with her clothing commentary, particularly from a whippersnapper who can't even decide what color she wants her hair to be from one week to the next.

He stalks towards her and yanks off his glasses, which are still smeary nearly to the point of uselessness. He hands them to her with a scowl and his voice is flat. "Kitchen. Clean these. Then get a mop." While he takes care of the now-neutralized Artifact.