[ it would be okay if Mejojo would clean up the rest of his face for him, frankly, but he catches the handkerchief anyways. Having this sticky mess all over isn't exactly pleasant. ]

Uwah. You're so demanding. No love for your cute little brother. [ he complains cheerfully as he wipes his face off, finally taking a step or two out of his brother's personal space bubble. Once he decides he's clean enough, he spins theatrically on his heel to face Mejojo again. ]

Hmmm... I know. I'll compose the most beautiful melodies in the land in your honor. I'll pen a wonderful song about all your kingly exploits, and I'll have all the loveliest young women in the kingdom come sing it to you at your bedside~! And I'll play my violin, of course.