I think you really caught the spirit of the character. That look that implies she locked her eyes on something, but at the same time is lost in devious thought.
"Hard like iron," She almost sighed. The smoke boiled from her lips as she smiled reading the comment. With another long draw from her pipe her smile broadened as the whimpering under her hooves grew ever more pitiful.
"Hush Ms. Flaherty, footstools are meant to be silent..."
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