[ It's an unfamiliar gesture -- at least in terms of what Choubee would expect from him -- saved for when his parents would drown him with praise. There's a twist in his stomach, as his first reaction isn't to reach up and immediately eliminate the existence of whatever it is that brings up memories of his past.

Instead, he glances up, hardly offended. ]

What do you mean? I'm always cute, you know how many ladies I've had compliment my blind eye? [ He huffs. ] You probably just got weird taste.