He has no idea what you mean, he's done nothing wrong. Ever. In his whole life. (Perhaps it's payback for staring at him so hard? Think about that!) Watching Dennis's face blush is pretty satisfying though, he has to admit.

Well, he's already done the one-two punch, so finishing him has to be the next move, right? —Nahhh, Sizhui will take pity on Dennis instead, and he lowers his head whenever his smile widens ever-so-slightly after his stuttered answer. “Good,” he decides, adjusting his posture, straightening in the seat while downcasting his gaze. Still perfect? Oh no, he's never been flawless in his life, not even once.

“Thank you.” Sizhui's lips purse following that, both hands coming together across his lap so he can fidget. “But no need to worry, I'm certainly not perfect.”