He folds his arms across his chest, watching Gold expectantly, unimpressed. Granted, even if someone did manage to meet his very high standards as to what was impressive, he would have pretended not to be. Part of his supposed mystique-- and his downfall on more than one occasion, letting his own reputation go to his head.

"Now why would you want to be over here?" He takes a few measured steps forward, a smile pulling at one side of his mouth. "I know all you Real Things think of us Mirrors as being awfully nasty."