Rather then getting comfortable, Tieria was just feeling more and more awkward. With his arms folded firmly over his chest, he tried not to picture the concept.

"I don't know anything about sizes," he admitted, not wanting to meet her gaze (which was difficult in a tiny room full of mirrors). "But I suppose it would be best if it was roughly the same as..."

Ah, and here he would have to confess to looking at the girls that had accompanied him as a way of judging the best size. How embarassing.

"ApproximatelythesameasHaruhiSuzumiyaorsomething,Iamnotexactlysure," he mumbled, almost tripping over the words in the rush to get them over and done with.