*Covers feet and shoots an offended look.* How dare you. I'll have you know that my feet are themselves hairy and have done nothing but exist to earn such insulting words.
*Waddles off haughtily, still holding feet.*
*Slides in.* I have, indeed, though it has been years and I can no longer regurgitate very much information.
....
*Goes off to see if the books are still in the house somewhere.*
I make that exact same face when I'm trying to figure out if that sound I just heard was the house creaking or a bear stealthily sneaking through the kitchen downstairs.
It's a good thinking face.