[ no worries there, six; siete can be excited for all ten of them if he has to. and at the risk of getting clawed, he places a hand over the hood, right between the ears, and gives him a well-deserved pat. and only then does he finally notice the brilliant red of the antler above them— figures it's just for decorative purposes, so he doesn't make any note of it.

(though there is a part of him that muses about the mistletoe tradition; it seems like whatever world it is, they have the holidays and their own silly traditions. what does this one entail, he wonders?)

but ah, what an underhanded compliment. he will take whatever six would give him! in fact, he even boasts about it, straightening himself and folding his arm over his chest like a proud brother. ]

Mm! That is correct, I don't need a soul to defend me. After all, I'm the Star Sword Sovereign!

[ clearly this is something that six is already acutely aware of, but he still boasts loudly so any eavesdroppers would hear. he is kind of a big deal, folks.

more importantly, however, and his voice is in singsong when he proposes: ] Six, it's been quite a while. Why don't you remove the mask and show me that handsome face of yours, hm?