*Byron smiles at Fei. He raises a hand and sticks out a pinkeye, putting it to his temple like some sort of weird salute.*
Byron: It's a promise then. One of these days you owe me a date and you will let me dress you up like the doll you are.
*His constant smiling makes it hard to tell whether or not he was joking. Tilting his body to the left and the right to make it seem as if the coffin was sparring glances at both Fei and Zwei, Byron drains the last of the tea and speaks with a fairly bright tone, though it's not that different from the usual.*
Byron: Well then! Let's go buy some school supplies before we head to Beacon! It'll be my treat and I won't take no for an answer!
*Byron himself looks at Fei and smiles brightly. He then turns to Zwei.*
Byron: It's our duty as gentlemen to treat our fair maiden well is it not?