He nestles closer, resting his chin on the crook between Kaworu's shoulder and neck.

"I know not to eat weird chocolates," he grumbles at Paul with a look, and Paul will know why. "I don't think anyone got annoyed enough to do anything to me, Pthumerian or mage or whoever. Teacher already knows I don't like him, and I think that weird lady at Sauveterre-san's party was only annoyed that I couldn't draw better."

To be fair, his artistic skill leaves much to be desired.

"I also think Kaworu-kun is going to fall asleep at the rate he keeps yawning." Not what he meant to say. He looks up at Paul again with thin eyebrows knitting.