[It doesn't so much as fly over him that Gil simply failed to care, showing absolutely no signs of any sort of reaction at that jab. He does, however, begin to chuckle, after staring at Ace for a few moments longer.]

As courteous as taking artistic liberties on her face would be? How knightly of you. [But enough of that. He shrugs the somewhat pleasant air off as he leans back from the screen, and crosses his arms.]

Well? Will you hand her over, or shall I be bothered to do so by force?