His own expression pinches at the distressed-sounding noise, the hand he's already got lifted reaching out toward Vincenzo, though coming up short after his remark.

A blink then another, Sizhui absently tilts his head and can't help grinning again as his own playful retort comes, “See what, skin? How scandalous,” he teases, dismissively waving his hand at even the thought of something so ridiculous. “Truly, I do not mind helping, but if you insist...” Well, he can't very well argue forever.