.Instinctive.

        “I’ll have you know a many great chefs set fire to the food while cooking on purpose. This is just one of those times!”

          “Mm, I thought about it, but no. It’s a little different than that, I think.”

        “What? No way in hell! What’s Cosmo ever done to anyone?”

        “Being a part of the Blades is great and all, but is it...weird I want to have that feeling of coming home to someone, too?”

          The words of concern were rather touching. Still-- “I’ve faced worse.” Keith sat up, rolling his shoulders a bit despite a slight grimace. “What’s important is I’m still kicking after that, right? It’s fine.”

         Eyes trained on the Galtean beauty for a moment, before he let out a dry laugh and shook his head. “How else am I supposed to do my job and get stronger if I don’t challenge myself?”