He's glad to see Izuku smiling, laughing even. The air in the room feels lighter, a bit closer to something last night, where they were all at ease. Kaworu grins into Paul's collarbone, nuzzling it slightly, before leaning back and watching Izuku's grimace morph into a grin to match.

Then suddenly, Midoriya chucks the eggplant right at Paul. Ever a loyal guardian angel, Kaworu instinctively puts up his AT Field to deflect the projectile. It hits the field and then is violently flug backwards across the room. It hits the wall with a dull "thud" and then slides down, leaving a thin streak of lubricant on the wall.

This will probably get out of hand. Not that Kaworu minds.

"Paul would never do such a thing. We're just asking you to impart more knowledge."