Montparnasse looks at her. In fact, he gives her a look. It says 'Are you blind, or just fucking stupid?'

Then he glances down at himself. Admittedly, he is just under six foot, but he is far from big. "Oh yes, large." He mutters. To be honest, he's still rather scrawny. Young after all.

He feels no need to comment on being called ugly. He's cocky enough to recognize that lie. Or assume that it is such. "How old are you?" He asks instead, absently.