Kaworu curls up beneath Paul's arm, accepting that he'll be covered in sweat and it's worth it. In the moment, that little hum is the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. He lets Paul appreciate him, look into his eyes, he doesn't flinch away, he just stays there, being admired like a portrait and feeling like a beautiful creature instead of an abomination.

"Hmmm, I guess you can," Kaworu's voice comes out teasing, melodic, but eager.