[He makes everything weird. Swords just always make everything weird without exception, this is the way things are... What a dang tragedy.]

Oh— my owner! [That doesn't make anything better. But he does understand where the confusion might be coming from now - and he'll promptly set that aside for the time being, because he wants to focus on the compliment first! It definitely doesn't seem like he's flirting, at least; he just seems to want the praise. He's always seeking out those words of reassurance, after all, even if hearing them from this man make his heart skip a beat for some reason that he can't (or doesn't want to) pinpoint. He still doesn't linger on it for long. Instead, he tugs at the hem of his beach shirt - white and red and ruffled at the end - and smiles as prettily as he can manage.]

It's one of my talents! I'm good at looking my best no matter what. It'd be no good if I couldn't even do that, yeah?

[Souji found a weirdo...]