Glitch listens, expression soft, and when a little rosy hue comes to his cheeks he glances away briefly. Modest, yes, that was one way to describe his behavior when complimented. Flustered and mildly doubtful were two more but...no, no guile here, no reason for it.

So his eyes fall briefly on his free hand and he studies it a moment before bringing it to rest lightly on Bagoas' forearm, and he smiles as their eyes meet again.

"I can't help smiling at you," he begins. "Out of happiness or pride or...or wonder, it can't be helped. Still, I'm happy to dance with you for as long as I can keep up."

And then where is some hesitation, a conclusion reached and words sought to convey it. The hand goes up to his own hair, tugging one curl straight before letting it spring back again.

"I-it's been a loss, yeah, but...Bagoas so much has been taken from me, if I start pushing away I won't-- I don't wanna lose anything else, anyone else, before I get the chance to know--" Oh words are failing, and he's reaching to pluck gently at a turquoise sleeve. "Losing things just makes me hold everything else tighter, so...my time, my house, my shop, you're always welcome a-and I want. I'd like. I enjoy your company too."

Pause. "Okay next time I'm just saying 'ditto'."