[Darc is just looking at him, honestly. Taking him in again. It's strange to see a human in Deimos clothing. He wonders if his spoiled half-brother would look half as good, if rejected Deimos blood would compare at all to Shiro's scars.

Of course, that may be his half-blood talking. He hasn't seen a human in weeks, and he's been surrounded by fur and scales and horns - someone with so much bare skin is startling. He can imagine what his subjects were excited about cheering him up with, as if Darc is going to be more attracted to humans, being so human-like himself.

Darc blushes, supposing he's already one for one as far as his subjects are concerned, narrowing his mouth as he finishes circling Shiro. Maybe two for two. As if full-blooded deimos wouldn't be sniffing at Shiro themselves, like they were fawning all over Lilia. Idiots.

It takes him a moment to let Shiro's words sink in and pull him back to the dazed look Shiro's giving him. He sighs out.]

Well. We're proof of that, I suppose.