If I am a beauty I don't think there are any words for what you would be.

[Cheek cannot be helped, it is a part of Blanc. Though it is happily over looked for the parts within Orange's touch. He knows how best to wield a blade. It makes his blood rush and body move. Steady, hands. Return the favor.]

For a noble man you work well with your hands.

[When he can speak words and not grunt like an animal. This is only the beginning of what he dreamed it would be.]