Molly literally adjusts his cloak and sits down on the snow like a kid pulling up a carpet square during storytime, a delighted look in his pupil-less red eyes. It's a little weird that he can convey childlike wonder with a face like that, but holy shit he's doing it.

"That's all right. I've nothing to compare it to anyway. Dazzle me." Yes, he's going to make her dance and sing in simulated snow for his amusement, because why would you bother going somewhere else when you can have instant gratification?