Paul cuts short the raising of his arm to protect his face, dropping back to drape around Kaworu with a softly smug smile. He tucks Kaworu closer, his hesitancy overcome by the relaxed atmosphere.

The affection in his embrace is undeniable, gentle warmth blooming in his lowered eyes as he squeezes Kaworu just a little. If course he wasn't in any danger, not really - but the swift, definitive shielding brushes a sensitive, aching chord in him.

"No, we're not," Paul corrects, a trace of bedevilment still in him all the same, "If anything, we should teach Izuku-kun a thing or two, shouldn't we? It's not fair of us to be so greedy, and give him nothing back in return."

His focus flits back up to Midoriya, glinting challenge back in his expression. He's protected, after all. What does he have to worry about, with Kaworu watching over him?

"We should brush our teeth, now that I think about it."