( he lowers his arms at the same time she reaches for his face, wondering if she'll pull on his cheeks like some kind of comical clay-mation. but it's not as bad as that, and when she's satisfied, he'll readjust his glasses... )

Shouldn't the student council president be advising her pupils to stick with what they're good at? ( is it a better joke than her attempt? not really, but there's a smile waiting for her with that, one that softens as he adds— )

Sorry if I made you worry.

( he didn't want to get into the habit of that... really. )