[Ain makes a fair point. It's hard for Vash to really argue that....

So he settles back with Ain in his lap, half-laying forward against his chest looking across at him expectantly.]

Well, let's see...you're smart. And really, really pretty. You're probably the prettiest bird I've ever seen. Your feathers are so soft...

[Said while he strokes them with the backs of his knuckles.]

And you can sing so sweetly. It's almost unfair...