It's hopeless. He's getting a pep talk from a mouse. Ichimatsu isn't sure whether that's a new low, or a new and undiscovered high, having this much undiluted faith pointed his way.

"Keh. There's such a thing as being so nice that you look like an idiot, you know." There's no heat in it, though; Ichimatsu sighs and scratches his ear, patting the front of his parka with the other hand. "... you're serious? You actually want to try this on?"