[Mitsuhide's embarrassment at the request is mild, thanks to those same 'gleaming stars.' He looks up at his closest friend, smiles softly and puts his phone to one side; reciting poetry isn't always something he feels bashful about, but there's something about Motochika's intensity that could make anyone feel at least a little nervous.]

Ah, it's... 'Path through dancing stars; unseen touches on the heart; it dreams in the light.'

[No prizes for guessing what inspired that work. Mitsuhide runs his fingers through his hair, accidentally dislodging one of the fireflies, which flies to sit on the crown of his head instead.]

What do you think, my Lord?