[Mikleo notices that flinch and pulls his hand back. He's even more concerned than before, even with Elliot trying so fervently to deny it.]

I'm—?

[Did-- did he hear that right? Nah, there's no way. But he can't think of anything else that those vowels and consonants could have constructed, and the blush creeps up on him just as neon.

His own tsundereness is rising up in spite of that, and before he can really get a handle on how flustered he is, he blurts out something like:]

Y-you should get your eyes checked when we're done out here. [He is so fucking red, Five Lords.] We're-- we're close to the place, so let's just go.

[He shuffles off at a faster pace, his free hand over his mouth as if that might hide the blush. If Edna could see him now.]