[Maybe-microaggression, followed by an absolutely buckwild claim to make to the (secretly, under his skin) monster's face. His bewilderment over everything distracts him from the photo more than long enough for her to drop it and announce her plans.]

Yes, I want to see... what else is going on. [He nods agreement even while one hand continues touching at his face, his hairline, his ear and neck. Warily scans around the room, taking note of the other things he hadn't begun to look at between pillow threats and bodily changes, and notes the door.]

And how much of a... 'dollhouse' this is? The decorations look... weird.