[Yet somehow the vivid gloss of the scene only became stronger as a hint of redness came to his cheeks at her insistence. He did ask for aid in this, after all... he couldn't very well turn down one of his most trusted friends here, either. He rather sheepishly lowered his gaze...]
If you must...
[And the sparkles swelled in their glistening, sweeping across the backgrop of their dialogue until Ramza turned to glare at them. Well, his indignation seemed to hold them at bay a little...
no subject
If you must...
[And the sparkles swelled in their glistening, sweeping across the backgrop of their dialogue until Ramza turned to glare at them. Well, his indignation seemed to hold them at bay a little...
...He turns back to the screen.]
...Just don't try to wash it off of you.