For the best, really, because while he'd be glad Tidus understands, he's far happier talking about a subject that's less uncomfortable for Inigo's sake. Even though it seems like another thing that's awkward, yet in a more embarrassing sort of manner rather than actual distress.

He chuckles softly at Tidus's enthusiasm, glad the mood can be lifted by something as simple as an amazing hairstyle. (And that's what it is: fantastic! Almost as fancy as Nie clan braids themselves, which is funny, considering their earlier discussion.) Sizhui obviously isn't too worried about not seeing the style right away, but is certainly excited to get his chance whenever it arises. “I'm sure I will find a mirror to properly examine it sometime later in the day.”

The compliment has his cheeks flushing, his own smile softening, but still very much present. “Thank you,” he acknowledges, doing everything within his power to not reach up and touch the braid a second time. “I'd like very much to learn it from you one day. And anything else you'd be willing to teach me, I would appreciate that, too! Until then, I'm afraid he's right, there is a likely chance I'll come to you again.” A moment's hesitation before he remembers, he ought to probably give his own name in return. “Tidus, Inigo. My name is Lan Sizhui, but you both may call me ‘Sizhui’ if you like.”