[He hums a little laugh as well in reply to the idea that they'd both come out of it mucked up.]

Let us both strive to avoid breakage, then. Bruises will be on par for the course! As well as bumps, I am sure! But do not worry about me getting hurt, I have taken my fair share of injuries!

[How many shields he failed to get off in time while a fresh faced adventurer? Crunched and cracked dough. He shakes his head a little and tilts it when he feels Vash shift his back, ears twisting towards him as he mentions growing up fast? Literally? Something for a later moment to ask about, as Vash moves on from it quickly.

But the reply? That no? Makes Pure Vanilla beam.]

Then, let's fix that, shall we? There's is no better time to learn to dance! You never know when it will come in handy!

[Forewarning.

He finally lets go of Vash's hand, after another brief squeeze, so he can push himself to his feet.]

Please, give me a moment to change into something less bulky [His sweater is beginning to overheat him finally] and feel free to remove your jacket?

[He'll move off into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. It won't take him long to remove his bulkier outer clothes and switch into something lighter, a flowing shirt and a similar flowing cotton pants, that swish around his legs as he moves back into the living room. And he quite easily pushes his coffee table out of the way, the couch following suit, before moving over to his record player to pick some music.

You're in for it now, Vash. Pure Vanilla is nicely gin'd and in a mood.]