[an act of artistic vision or providence, it doesn't really matter much. The priest shifts to peer up at the taller man, cheeks heating up between the other's gaze and plain compliments.]

I'm thankful that you think so.

[but then he continues and Olivine... well, blinks up at him a little owlishly, head tilting before the tiniest flicker of something like faint confidence twitches at the edge of his lips.]

Ah—if you say so, it's your work after all. But I may need some assistance to get your desired ideal. I've never done something like this before.

[He does reach to take the glass at least, the other hand lifting is borrowed robe. Now for the awkward part.]