[The head tilt only prompts him to continue, spiraling strands around his finger tips as he watches the black strings bend and curl.]

Heh... [A small smile, lifting his head enough to press his nose and mouth momentarily into Darkleer's chest, before moving it up so he can speak, chin now softly against the shirt fabric.]

I remember saying, in response, that y-you can never be too open hearted. I'll stick to that, I, I think, heh. And to be fair, it seems like y-you're following my lead- [he closes his eyes.]

With, with gestures like this...