[ Again with the cherries. ]

Are you referring to my hair?

[ But then she seems to be rather fixated on sniffing people so another interpretation occurs to him. ]

...Or is that what I smell like? [ He sure didn't notice any fruity odors clinging to him, but...

No, he absolutely isn't dipping his head just a little to sniff the collar of his cloak as surreptitiously as possible in response to that remark. ]

And I wouldn't disagree that there's something wrong with me, considering I'm stuck in this body and stuck here. That surely qualifies.