Miguel gave you a weird, questioning look, making you want to shrink back into the couch cushions permanently for asking him in the first place. As if sensing your unease, his expression softened, and he sighed lightly.

"Listen, I get what you're asking me here, but.. why?" He asks, turning to face you on the couch. He was a lot more confused than you'd thought he'd be. "Why do you want me to praise you? Is this like a prank or something?"