( ah, the french is back. miai continues to have no idea what he says, though he does pick up pieces of the puzzle - mon -- monsieur, mon ami, mon petit oiseau - the usual nouns one might expect from someone who began in america, with is fringe fascination with french.

there's some more, maybe, his ears are growing familiar with regardless, but only due to wataru's sparse translations - hardly reliable indications of grammar, but it does give him brain something to chew on while wataru so graciously leaves him out of half of his sentiments. )

Oh... ♪ I'm quite delighted you did. It's rare that I'm considered interesting at all, actually.

( he says this as he sits comfortably across wataru, not looking any more delighted than usual but miai, at least, doesn't seem as if he's being merely glib. generally, people do tend to consider miai at least a little bit annoying given how out of hand he can get. it probably doesn't help he can be quite unnecessarily flirtatious, which he's rather pointedly switched off here. )

Well, if you'd be interested enough to treat me, I'd be more than willing. Besides the fact that I'd like to remain on good terms with you as Tori's caretaker, I'm genuine when I said I'd like to pursue some form of performance . . . When the audience cheers, I feel as if I've done something truly wonderful for them. Their joy is mine, too.