The visitor cannot help but smile, although for all intent and all purpose, he appears to have no mouth to smile with. It is a feeling, more than anything. Perhaps Shepard would be a perceptive enough woman to note it. Perhaps she would not. Regardless, the figure does raise a single hand to where his mouth should be, and does let out a silent motion, akin to someone laughing behind it.

He should not laugh, he knows. Yet he always had such a penchant for those prone to show irritation. Then he speaks, once more. Again, his words are crystal clear.

I think that in this place, you have power. Therefore, you have the power to influence my form into something far more conducive to what we both wish to attain today.

A pause, and...

That is, if you would not mind. I apologize for the fact I cannot do it myself.