[A bit of a hurt look crosses his face as she peels him off, but otherwise he says nothing, shoulders hunching up slightly. Don't think he doesn't know what that's about...! He can't help it, okay?!

Not that he can really blame her, truthfully. So all he does is pout like a child, lower lip jutting out even more when she proclaims no promises on the hugging Kazuma front. Though she does make a fair point, which only serves to sour his mood even further. Pervert or not, friend or not, he's still not keen on the idea of any guy wrapping their arms around her.

But--! He's going to (try to) be mature about this!]

Tch... Fine. Hug him if you want. It might actually be funny with how buttoned up he is. His glasses might shatter from the contact.

[He raises a brow at her suddenly stopping mid-sentence, though he can guess where it was headed. Him. He's the "friend." Friend. Deflating at the thought, his shoulders reverse direction by sagging. If he was dressed, his hands would be in his pockets. With that not being an option, he wipes his hands on his swim trunks.

A least her proclamation that she'd kick pervy Kazuma gets a half smile out of him, strained as it is.]

Heh, I bet you would, too. Just... tell me if you need anything, okay?

[There's that need to be needed again.]