Ace instinctively tipped his head slightly downwards, allowing the girl to continue with what had slowly become a ritual of sort. She would rarely miss the opportunity to subtly point out the disorder of his hair with that simple gesture, even on the days where the boy could have sworn that it looked fine.

Well, he had his suspicions, too, but anyway....

His eyes caught the sight of the bird's attempts at making herself a new home out of the melodist's hands, as she rolled around and pressed its tiny beak softly against the warmth of the accepting hold. It made it all too easy to let his attention fade for a brief moment until Tear's statement brought it back.

"... Ah," he breathed out, gaze shooting up to meet hers. Such reassurance changed little, however, since Ace shared her unspoken sentiment. Regardless of the man's habits and dedication to work, it seemed like a poor idea to risk the possibility of imposing at such time.

Sensing her concern, he was quick to protest, though. "Tear, it's fine." The corners of his mouth curled lightly into a wistful smile. "All I want is to speak with you," pausing, he reached out to offer the tiny chick in her grasp a gentle pat, "and then hear how you're going to name her, once you've decided. I'd appreciate someplace quiet, myself."