"A specimen, aren't you?" Despite the initial shock of learning about Amedith's true gender, Mono set him in a chair and began experimenting with some makeup on his face. Although embarrassed and often growling behind those clenched teeth in anger, the holy warrior kept his calm so as to not stress their relationship with Mono more than he'd already had just moments ago.
"I'm not wearing any of those dresses for you so do what you want for makeup but that's it," complaining even still, he glared at the smiling face of the Iron Queen.
"Yeah~ Yeah~ Such a shame though, a girly male human who doesn't like to accessorize. If I couldn't see you already planning to choke me, I would've just assumed you were a pushover, but I suppose there's a reason the gods fear us," her loaded response barely made much sense, especially in the atypical situation that they were in.
