The repeated question was starting to get on his nerves. Motoyasu always asked, and now even was treating him like he was Filo’s father. Well, better than bothering poor Filo with this foolish attention. He’d rather be the recipient on her behalf. Might as well be her father in reality. His first thought was to smack the spear idiot over the head with his shield, even if it wasn’t going to do anything, but, he suddenly had the malicious thought to make the monkey dance. Even Naofumi could act, in a moderate sense. Feigning exasperation (He actually felt it, but that sly smile was threatening to overwhelm it), those dark green eyes settled on Motoyasu, pulling his hand out of the blond’s and rubbing his own face with it. “And just why do you think you have a right to it?” Came the stiff question, glaring at the fool who wanted to marry a bird.