The little grey scrublet clearly can't even manage a full tanka. Is that, perhaps, a dew of perspiration which has settled across his brow? Sei is pretty sure that it is, on account of the fact that she herself is on fire and has, as fire does, well and truly burned him.

She smirks.

"The summer kitchen / chars the maids at work inside / how one feels for them!"

"...but how fine the taste of tea / upon the year's hottest day!"

She's being, like, a really colossal jerk here, but...yeah, it feels goooood. This little creature should really try to let some of his pique out once in a while. It would do him a world of good.