Shura wasn't going to argue with him over whether or not he could be cute. She's sure he could be, in the way that a batty wizard could be. Maybe tease him, but she would be happy enough to let the conversation drift elsewhere.

Except he copies her little nya, and Shura loses it, managing to hold back a cackle of laughter, but sniggers escape her as she tries to cover her laughter with a drink. That was absolutely the dumbest thing she had heard from him in a bit. In a way, it's endearing. Aconite looks up at Shura, canting her head just slightly. This is a new sound from Shura, but it sounds like a good one, so she'll trill softly, echoing her laughter.

"Windbag-nya, how about that?"