[he'd flex his muscle for her in response to that if she was there right now. he'll have to call her back for dinner time if she's not back soon anyway. but her request gets him to pause and he just...awkwardly stares before scratching his cheek]
Sorry, Illya. That- [thing? curse? stick?] -Ruby's a little out of my league.
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Sorry, Illya. That- [thing? curse? stick?] -Ruby's a little out of my league.