Fortunately, Chozen is the sort of older man who carries a handkerchief in his pocket for occasions like this. He produces a pale cornflower blue cloth from his pocket and cleans off his fingers in parallel to Daniel's, seizing the opportunity to studiously consider something other than Daniel's face or sticky fingers.

He laughs with slightly less than his usual exuberance at Daniel's joke. It isn't that he isn't amused, or even that he isn't happy. He certainly doesn't regret the moment that's slowly receding into less intensity, it's only...quite a lot to think about. He is peculiarly shaky, but in the way he feels after a long run or vigorous training session.

"Daniel-san, The Bachelor," he supplies, along with an offer of his handkerchief in case Daniel has any residual dango to wipe off himself. "Or maybe - Ninety Day Roommate?"

It's an entertaining image. Daniel could wear his finest gi for the rose ceremony, or challenge his prospective roommates to various feats of karate and friendship to test their compatibility.

"...that is not so bad an idea." Oh, no. Daniel will recognize this brand of thoughtfulness. "Did you know, I always wanted to be on show like that? I think I would defeat any challenger. Not many people bring their own weapons to reality TV show."