[ Yes. Yes it does bother him quite a bit, because of course it does? But also, he doesn't really get a chance to voice his displeasure, because his thoughts are promptly derailed by what Wriothesley oh-so-casually says next. ]

Haa?! [ Indignant, he leans an elbow against the tabletop so he can look especially like a two-bit shitty delinquent as he snaps, ] Who said I was checking you out?!

[ Well, he actually wasn't, but now he can't help properly taking stop of how Wriothesley looks, now that he's said it. -- but that's not his fault! It's Wriothesley's fault for bringing it up like that! His gaze had reflexively flitted over the broad slope of the guy's shoulders and the swell of his chest, and there's a tinge of pink to his cheeks when Fuuta forcibly drags it back into place to focus on glowering at the guy. ]

It was just an observation. Like obviously people're gonna have more respect towards someone built like you? Even if you're saying you worked out or whatever, I know genetics plays a big role in stuff like that, so don't go getting all cocky over it.