[ He hums a little into that brief kiss, lazy smile on his face as Kiritsubo pulls back, eyes half-open and anticipatory — though he does know what she's actually here for. Still, it's a little bit of fun.

Amos' eyes slide shut at that tickling sensation of the needle going over, but not yet into, his skin. That feels nice in the moment, too. Whole setup right now is exactly his speed — relaxed, comfortable, and with a person he likes.

(They're both Exalts. There's little doubt in his mind that she can pick up on all of that.)

He hums again in initial response. ]

Guess that makes sense. Other humans having a problem with it. I know I ain't exactly normal. [ Because for as much as Amos' emotions may be freely and inadvertently transferred to her, they're still rather muted. He feels things comfortably, casually; rarely strongly. Just vibes. ] But like you said. You're still you. I know you. It'd be weird of me to suddenly have a problem with you just because you looked different.

[ Wouldn't make any sense, really.

He opens his eyes again, going back to her earlier question. ]

Highstorm been treating you okay?

[ But if she's suddenly using a different shape with him, and fussing over the fact a little... Well, he can hazard a guess as to what the answer might be, but he's hoping he's wrong. ]