"I wash my own dishes just fine, anyway," he mutters softly before she can come up with that Nice Compliment. One of those things where the desire to keep things as tidy as he can beats out that siren call of depression to just neglect mess. He's capable of taking care of himself at least that much!

But, no, what she settles on is that compliment, and it's one that takes him by some pretty clear surprise. "They are...?" Like it's something he hadn't even thought of considering up until this very second. He reaches up with his free hand to lightly touch at one of them, like that would clear up what she means by that at all, but, alas. It remains a mysterious comment to him. "I don't, no."

Check that out, though, the sash appears to have loosened another couple of degrees!