He considered for a moment, opening his mouth to protest before nodding slowly. He could see the unease, understood it. He had never felt it himself, but he wasn't so oblivious not to recognize that not everyone existed for the sole purpose of being a battering ram or assassin for the Light. Some people had the privilege of being free from that responsibility, and he didn't want to take it away.

"For me then. I don't mind. I can protect you." As simple as that. He was used to sacrifice, and Aoba didn't have to do it. He would simply have to be more vigilant, work harder. He could manage; he would have to.

"May I have some?" he asked meekly, closing the containers slowly and wondering if he had overstepped some boundary he hadn't known existed. He left the box of space-ready gear closed, assuming Aoba had as little interest in it as he had the weapons. Maybe...his enthusiasm was offensive, somehow. He would endeavor not to discuss his hobbies in the future, he decided, tapping his fingers on the Dragon's Breath case a moment.