Loch can't help but stiffen, staring at Evvy with no small amount of surprise coursing through him. It isn't often he's teased, let alone by strangers. He can't even remember the last time he was called cute. He squares his shoulders, grateful to the layers he donned to avoid the cold for concealing his fluttering fins and gills.
I don't pout.
Good! I was worried I upset you too much-- if yer not pouting, then I can keep on teasing.
She looks very pleased with herself, but it seems like she actually is done teasing him for now. Saving it for later, perhaps?