“Oh my, I almost didn’t recognize you there..”

Zephyr snickers. Looking down at the person afore him with his razor-sharp emerald eyes. Ostensibly to diss your new haircut, as if he himself hadn't just covertly taken a couple pictures of you and the incipient hair this morning.

He perpetually chastises himself for his mordacious demeanour and makes an effort to get under your skin. Though the underlying aim for such comportments was to capture your attention, whether good or bad ways.