[ The pink in his cheeks deepens to red, and he has to refrain from rolling his eyes. His arms go crossed tightly over his chest, his hips leaning at an angle as he glares downwards at the dress. ]

Well that's... that's fine for him. I don't care, others can do whatever they want. But I'm not that way.

[ Doesn't sound like this guy has to worry about being mocked or hurt for expressing himself the way he likes. Aoba doesn't think it has anything to do with the planet or place he came from on it. Maybe if he were the size of that guy she mentioned... or the size of Mink... or if he had someone like Mink protecting him...

He shakes his head and unfolds his arms to run his hands through his hair. They've dallied enough in this place. ]

Are you done in here yet? We should see where the others are with getting the Empress out of here.