(Shoulder slung around Vash, patting and rubbing him gently on his shoulder, he just nods along.

He doesn't think he's very good. In fact, he thinks he's quite a demon at times. But he won't make this about him. He'll let Vash let out whatever is weighing on him,)

I've heard crying is good for the heart.

(Spoken like someone who doesn't really know. He wouldn't know. He's very rarely cried in his life and each time, he'd been more confused than satisfied.)

Well, you've been so good. I can't help but want to spoil you a little. There, there. If you can wipe away those tears and clean up, I'll even buy you a treat to cheer you up.

(He really is an old spirit sometimes.......)