"Y-You... remind me of the sun, because you make me feel warm...? Wait no! That sounds bad, doesn't it." Mao huffs and then bows his head down from embarrassment. A sense of deflation then comes from him. "I'm sorry, flirtation isn't really my thing, and I'm trying my best to be good at it for you, but... every time I try, I just sound so horrible!" He whines in defeat.