Hey,he didn't like the shield idea, she didn't like the kneepads. "Fair enough. If it has a tendency to fall though- given cognitive structures can be quite unstable, I might sneak in a kneepad in their boot anyway." He shrugs and picks up the sake bottle, pouring the alcohol out for her.

"Better write those colours down...cause we will forget otherwise," he jots some letters on the paper.

"I would like some gold there as well," he smiles softly as he shades at areas. "Nothing too fancy but polished. A wonder within its own kind..."

He sighs, leaning back in his seat- closing his eyes for a moment as he sets the glass of sake down.