[while Dohalim does disagree with the compliments Red Wine gives him, sometimes he does enjoy listening to them. or, perhaps, he just likes listening to Red Wine's voice. he did compliment it, after all, and with a voice as smooth as the Food Soul's, it might not come as too much of a surprise]

You're as charming as ever. I sincerely doubt I could be more beautiful than a Food Soul.

[his words are fond as he settles down on top of Red Wine comfortably, still leaning over him. the deep purple that had started at the tips of his hair creep up along his wavy locks; he doesn't pay too much mind to it, not when Red Wine throws that out to the wind. there's a curiosity he just can't shake, wanting to know more, wanting to know why that is]

Though, you've caught my curiosity. What makes me so special?