Oh no. He's impressively red-faced now, not sure where to look. The teen ends up staring at his mug, trying to not make more of a fool out of himself than he already has.

"Um..." Nope, he can't. He can't even reply to it, he's so torn between embarrassment, confusion and a really weird sense of jealously that has less to do with Korrin and Araceli and more to do with his own ego.

He slides down and hides his face behind the mug with a mortified sigh.