Nux finds himself listening very closely to what she has to say about guys she can't stand, and makes mental notes not to be like that (even as he secretly kind of hopes that maybe he's the exception, and once she realizes how wonderful he can be, his arms will be the best possible ones to jump into.) He is a little bit slack-jawed as she considers what needs to be done next, and more than a little bit red in the face and the tips of his ears. He completely regrets coming tonight at all.

But if there's one thing Nux has always been really good at, it's following directions. As she advances on him and tells him what he has to do, he nods dumbly, all but forgetting the stupid napkin tied around his lower face.

That ice sculpture swan is still there. He hurries toward it after trying to give Kirara a sweaty-handed, reassuring pat on the shoulder, and then takes off his suit jacket to give his muscular arms a wider range of movement. He grabs a cake server and manages, in one motion, to knock the head clean off. As it clatters to the floor, he takes the napkin off his face, using it to wrap the ice and holding it out timidly toward Kirara.

"I... I g-got you some ice. Hope it helps a lot."