While Sizhui's initially unsure as to why Jin Ling's leaning even closer, the moment he says what he does, his ears promptly turn a brilliant shade of red. He inclines his head, withdrawing the other hand he'd gestured with just moments ago and pressing his fingertips against his mouth.

Perhaps he hadn't considered how nice he looks sporting his different hairstyle and wearing pale blue robes with silky ribbons hanging off his shoulders instead of oversized sleeves, but now he definitely is.

And if it's something that earns such a compliment from Jin Ling of all people, maybe it isn't so bad that he's branching out a bit in his older years. “Thank you,” Sizhui finally murmurs, having found his manners again, the hand lowering as they grow closer to the salesperson they've been looking for. “Really, you flatter me so, I do hope my face isn't too red...” It wouldn't do for them to be asked too many questions, after all.