The fact that Ichigo hadn't gotten up and stormed off was a sign in and of itself. That he was determined to brush it off, act like it didn't make his face turn redder than a tomato, made Keigo even more curious. He squinted as he waited for the explanation, but when it came, Keigo's eyes shot open and he wished he hadn't asked.

Now it was Keigo's turn for his face to turn colors, a dark scarlet immediately flooding his features. He even leaned back slightly, though it wasn't as sharp a reaction as Ichigo had moments before. Just... a bit confused, really. Ichigo was calling him delicate and refined? Is that what he was insinuating?

"T-that's not... I-I'm not that delicate!" ...even Keigo could recognize when he possessed a certain quality, but he liked to think he had some masculinity about him. "A-and beauty is about other things, too! Appealing to the eyes! Things that make your heart flutter wh-when you look at them! That's beauty, too!"