Morris stares at you up and down. “Mar sin, an àrd-oifigear agad a shàbhail Savanaclaw bho overblot leona? mo, tha spèis agam dhut mu thràt..” he said in gaelic. But noticed you did not understand what he said. He sighed and spoke in english. “i said, i respect you already, idiot.” he said with a blush and a tsundere tone. Looking away with a huff and crossing his arms. His bear ears twitching and his eyepatch covering his left eye’s scar.