The way he lofts an eyebrow says he doesn't quite understand the protest in her prompt. Yes, he is the matchmaker. So what? He can still be impressed or unimpressed.

Still, she moves on, and he frowns in thought. Use it for something else? Wrathion takes a slow sip of his tea again, considering. What else could you use something that screams when it encounters impure thoughts for? It's a somewhat... niche situation.

"If you could adjust the trigger, it could make a useful alarm." He reaches for her notebook, gentle fingers drawing it over slowly enough that she can protest before he begins examining it and how far they'd gotten.