The laugh this time is a little more forced. "Ah. So do I."

Spirit has always been shy of the scars over his form, in large part because he'd spent much of his Academy years hiding them. He's a bit startled by the crow, and Kit can probably feel him jump slightly.

"Oh--right," a hint of a blush crawls up his neck and into his cheeks. "You missed Liam's dare to jump into the pool fully dressed. I was freezing. Gladio demanded I take off the wet clothes."