Insult Me, Lose Your Job

We were in a conference room at our vendor's office when the guy handling our account leaned back, looked me up and down, and suddenly dropped this gem:

"Karen, you look seriously intense. Like a straight-up witch."

"And why don't you wear makeup? It makes you look ancient."

I cut him a look. "Did my company pay your agency just so you could insult me?"

He immediately laughed it off, waving his hand dismissively. "Chill, I was just joking! You can't take a joke? You actually look decent."

My face remained a mask of pure ice. "Did we pay you to rate my appearance, either?"