Manabu's face flushes hot in a little flash that's punctuated by a bit of his hair fluffing with static at the base of his neck. Since the Tattoo Incident, he can't really rely on coldblood to cool him off as quickly, so now he gets to sit there a bit longer with that hot-under-the-collar feeling. He finds himself unconsciously leaning forward as well, as though there was some conspiratorial talk to be had. He blinks owlishly and seems to not really hear what's being said immediately, given that it takes a beat to actually react or respond.

"O-okay," he utters, managing to get a word in through the brain-buzz of time with ME? me?? He clears his throat and straightens back up, nodding more certainly. "Yeah! Yeah, sure. That'll be good, right? I think so."