Nigel turned slightly to look to where the Hunter had nodded, picking up on his desire to keep things on the down-low. The woman outside seemed harmless enough but that context he now looked at her in made him doubt his own perception. To keep things from looking too suspicious and wanting to find out a little more about the man in front of him, Nigel turned back to inquire, a bit louder in case whoever Torquil wished to keep out of the loop was listening in. 

"I'd like to apologize in advance for my lack of tact with this question but is your-" Nigel motioned a hand around his own mouth before returning it to his side "...alright?" Nigel asked. He hadn't noticed the odd movement of the man's jaw until the second word 'Saint' was muttered to him. The mountain of a man was unwilling to believe for the moment that it was a permanent affliction though this was more so just to save face in his own mind. If that was true, the marquis would feel like the fool for his previous comment. Manners make the man but Nigel knew deep down somewhere that it was unfair and hurtful to be made the fool of for one's physical differences, his eyes briefly glancing down to his own large frame before regaining eye contact.