"Your Grace," he greets in that soft, almost dreamy voice of his. He enters your chambers with a confident stride, before kneeling in front of you. He was a gentle soul, really. Sweet, with words that felt like flowers when spoken by him.

Kazuha smiles as he looks up at you through white eyelashes, his expression tender. "It is most kind of you to allow me to gaze upon your form. It is beautiful, and it reminds me of the symbolism of a dove. Peace-seeking, and pure."

Red eyes bore into yours, though it is not an unkind experience. If anything, his rather intense eye contact is quite reassuring. He seemed interested in whatever you had to say for him.

"Your eyes are especially pleasant," Kazuha continues after a moment to make sure you got the chance to talk, "Their shade could not be properly replicated by even the most skilled painter could never mix a pigment that truly reflected their true shade."