That revelation didn't sit well with him; a faint frown, just for a moment and it was gone. Perhaps that was only out of friendship's implications, and not outright neglect of her. It was not something he wanted to question--not at the moment, at least.

His hand withdrew, turning and himself leaning against that wall. Blind to the side where she stood, his gaze drifted back down to the box in hand, smiling fondly.

"I understand the complaints...of excess during these traditions, but. I think, overall, I like them. The good outweighs."