He's about to make some kind of comment on the assumption that he's human, maybe, or any of the other sharp little barbs that spring to mind in the wake of her calling him sweet as a dismissal— but in the end he does none of those things.

"Yikes?" he echoes back, though somewhere in the reflection the word becomes a question. They don't have tarot cards, where Kylo comes from. Not like these, anyway.

Part of him already knows the answer.