[It almost comes as a surprise to see the tiny stars twinkle to life in the samurai's hair, the sight bringing forth the faintest quirk to his lips, and Scaramouche feels something akin to relief upon seeing them. There's not nearly as many as he's grown accustomed to seeing, however despite their bond he wasn't quite expecting to see any with the way he'd been avoiding the other Inazuman. That they're even there means Kazuha isn't as upset with him as he started, he thinks.

The Harbinger stands in silence, waiting patiently for the samurai to let go of his hand - if he would even allow it - yet instead he finds the other man's hand come to wrap it up tighter. He watches Kazuha lift it up, holding his hand against his chest, and he can practically feel the colour on his face deepen from the heat spreading through it.]

I suppose they are.

[He hasn't exactly looked at them once since showing up at the Gala, the sky and the stars nowhere near his focus for the night. When time was growing short, there were far better things to place his attention on.

It shouldn't fluster him so much to hear the samurai state he wished to have time alone with him. The man had stated as much on the dance floor, though with words less blunt. It catches him off guard and leaves him floundering.

When Kazuha finally lets him go he has to take a moment to focus himself, before he brings his hands up to gently run through his hair. Fingers carefully push some of the stars aside, but before he can truly start the man is glancing back at him and he's certain he must be saying these things as a way to punish him for what he did.]

There are far better ways to get my attention than using your vision to show off to your dance partner. You got lucky.