[While Clara searches for the words she wants, he continues applying the makeup carefully, pleased and a touch proud at how it seems to be working to bring out her natural beauty. Sometimes a little color goes a long way, and in her case, it's reminding him of spring starting to appear in the forests.]

Ah... Yeah, that's... unfortunate, but understandable. Sometimes people aren't. And sometimes you're just not compatible. I've had a lot of people like that in my life...

[He murmurs that last bit somewhat more quietly as he works, expression softening into one of regret and sadness. Yes... He wasn't compatible with most his partners. But he shakes that thought off, returning to smiling at her, especially once she decides on a color.]

Good choice--! [He manages to get that in before she goes and says that, causing him to blink for a moment, feeling his face heat up more intensely than it might have under normal circumstances. Damn that hairspray!]

My eyes, huh...? W-Well, they are a good blue color, if I can say so myself.

[Yet still he seems a touch bashful rather than boastful. Almost shy as he loads the brush with color and starts applying more heavily.]