Of course it is. You weren't the only one in that graveyard. [And she leaves it at that. There's no need to get into a deeper discussion about any of this, especially when he can read her mind.

Besides, he's calling attention to his getup, which looks more than a bit ridiculous, she has to admit.] Why are you even dressed up like that? What are you supposed to be?

[The borderline-silliness of it all, plus familiarity and the fact that he's obviously taking it with a grain of salt, is disarming her far more effectively than even he might have realized. Easy pickings.]