[ Their shoulders do indeed brush, but given how lonely Ragna was feeling thanks to that drink, he's not shying from that touch. If anything, Olivine's gentler laughter draws him in a little further. He's still taller, but he still finds himself leaning against the priest nonetheless. ]

Well that's something I can count on one hand...having somebody say that about me.

[ It's true, however. At least, back home, his reputation being that of some destroyer or a dangerous criminal who would kill for just breathing in his general direction. Even if he's never done so much as the latter... But, ]

Maybe if we were all from my world. But...more and more people are seeing me as something different. And it's...

[ It's okay. ]

It's nice.