He lets out an audible sigh of relief as he watches Luka's face reverse all the damage it had been trying to heal, and then he uh turns his head away. As pleased as he is, it is absolutely nasty watching all that cartilage move under his skin. A chill rushes up his spine, his stomach churning a little just at the sounds of it. Gross!!

"You look be-- tter???" he tries to compliment him as the sounds stop, only to be grabbed and shaken around all at once. He grips Luka's elbows just to steady himself a little, and uh starts laughing suddenly? He is not a person who laughs normally, and the sound is weird and choppy in his ruined throat, but there is something wonderful about seeing the princess that happy. It reminds him of listening to him sing, and despite the stress of the day, little hints of joy bubble up into his chest. He feels... good. He did good.

"Ah, I'm happy to help, princess," he says, almost shyly, once the shaking stops. He's not thinking about it really, but he's going to leave his hands on him until he pulls away. "Do you think your fans will forgive me now?"