At the lean closer, Benjiro stills further as he ceases to breathe for that inspection of his teeth. He inhales when Sam responds rather casually to the inhuman set of teeth he sports, and he releases his mouth with a huff of air just shy of a laugh. It’s calming to have such an unruffled reaction. The question doesn’t bother him in the least, and he’ll answer with a little shake of his head, “I do occasionally, but my teeth are angled inward slightly. It’s much worse when I bite my tongue.”

Lifting his face mask, he puts it back into place.