[He swiped his fingers on a nearby towel and turned to examine Cliff's attempt at an obi. He smiled, noting how Cliff felt his way along the wall and forcing his expression to remain unchanged. Souji reached out when Cliff made his way to him and quickly loosened then retied the obi, slipping the loose ends into a neatly tied knot.]

If you had been perfect the first time, I might have worried that something was wrong with you.

[He leaned slightly to the side, examining the length of the sleeves.]

I'll have to see about getting one made to your size. And Fayt-kun's. I don't know if I should have one made for Albel-san. He might shred it in a fit to get back at me.