"Thank you, it means a lot," Roman says with a quiet smile, that seems a little tired in some way. Still, the possibility is always present and he knows better than anyone that he'll give up his wish if it comes between choosing it or the lives of those he cherishes. That's the world to him. "Yes, I know," he heaves a sigh, knowing he's always harsh with Leonardo. It's something of a habit he developed in his time to fruitlessly push her away. "She's more naive than she realizes sometimes." Though it's admirable she keeps a good heart even with her innate talent. Not that he'll ever praise her aloud. Everyone does that, she doesn't need him to make her ego even bigger.

Michelangelo's not a Heroic Spirit, of all ridiculous fates, but Roman isn't aware of that yet.

"Oh no, that's more," uh, vague hand gestures. Like that cartoon, he wants to say, but the whole affair is kind of bad blood to bring up. God nearly wiped out Egypt out the map, so he heard. "Unless you mean the Aztecs."

Shut up, Roman.

Roman shoots him a pleading glance while he wraps his arms around his laptop screen. Don't do this, Lord El Melloi II, don't make a man choose between his buddy or his favorite net idol. "She's just..." He trails off, "Sometimes she doesn't like when I talk too much about someone else." He admits this. She once scolded him for being 'boring' because he couldn't shut up about praising Ritsuka.