[well his body definitely physically prefers midna's other body but we ain't gonna talk about that

He's not blushing, actually, which is revealed when he slowly moves his hand off of his face. It's a vampire thing, a wendigo thing. Can't really do the whole "blood rushing to the face" when he's kind of semi-undead because of his job.]

Hah. You wish I'd do something stupid like blushing. I'm not a kid.

[There's a cocky smirk to his face, but it fades to an expression that's softer. His ears flick up happily instead.]

I met my own king once, you know. I should hate him. I think he wanted me to hate him, but I never did. We all did what we had to back then. And I'll do what I have to here, too.