Sadly for Amber, Benjiro has to remove his hand from petting her to cover his face in embarrassment to keep from squirming and disturbing the lot of them tucked into the kotatsu. Her insistence only makes the blush spread further, and he shrinks downwards slightly as he waffles between snickers and speechlessness. Turning back to Sadie, he immediately tries to bury his face in her hair to hide, “T-that’s not even remotely accurate...but it is nice.”

If anyone else had said such a thing, he would have brushed it off without a second consideration.