How dare that mask be in the way of him seeing that sheepish smile, but he's unable to hide a small smile of his own. It's fascinating, that speed, but he's going to focus mostly on whatever tasks need to be done, knowing full well that there's something better on the horizon once they're done.

For a brief moment he hums to himself as he contemplates it, not really having any particular preferences that he can think of. "Whatever you think might be best? Honestly, I'm not that picky." It's actually a lie, after his trip around certain parts of Asia, he's become particularly picky with tea of all damn things. But that's to be expected at this point.