"Well, they're wrong, obvs." He rolls his eyes. "I would know. I've boned her."

It isn't that he misses the look, but more that he overlooks it. Her look isn't the reason he catches himself. In that regard, he really is showing his incredibly sporadic considerate side, generally reserved for the people genuinely respects for some reason or another. Of course, everything he said was perfectly honest from his innate objectification of her to his desire not to objectify her because he knew for a fact she was very sensitive to that these days.

"I guess you're right. Maybe. But I mean, look at the others. Bruce and Amadeus have bulges where they shouldn't. Gross. And the red ones are not exactly with us any more. And the others are objectively not as sexy as you for reasons I could list if I wanted to but I don't because now I'm distracted by needing to know if your hulky self has different colors. You should change, like right now. See what happens!!! You know you wanna."