[He blushed, feeling a little nervous.]

Er, yeah... You do remind me, a little, of my... mother. But not like... I dunno. She had a lot of long hair, like you. She also had something on her head that looked a little like your... your...

[He slowly reached up and attempted to pantomime the yellow and black-striped protrusions on Maisy's head, which he could not identify.]