He grins, and it’s probably the first time Mamoru has shown a grin like that that isn’t hidden by leather and a old-fashioned plastic air filter. There’s some edge to it, even if it’s not purposeful.

Maybe it’s pride - not of himself, but of the person who made these shades - or maybe it’s the fact that yes, he can dodge bullets, especially in rapid fire. But the grin is still there, even below his hand as he adjusts the object of their conversation a little better on their perch.

“That, and it makes it easier for me so I don’t have to.”