His eyes snap to her, a look of obvious horror on his face (that makes Betty laugh out loud and turn back to her cream-whipping).

''ow do you even know wha' a profile is?.'

'Television, luv.'

'...well, don' you dare, Bols. 'ow am I supposed to retain my devestatin' air of mystery if you go ruinin' it with psychiatry?'

He resolutely ignores his mother snorting with laughter (again) over the 'mystery' comment.