Zero Two's eyes fluttered, their languid pace matching the gentle caress of the crepes against his cheek.

He cast an intrigued gaze upon the dessert, then directed his attention back to you.

In his perspective, you appeared rather unconventional, your insistence on him eating seemingly bewildering.

"What?" he inquired, with a graceful motion that skillfully distanced the crepes from him. His comprehension of your concern for his well-being remained elusive, as he felt perfectly well.