"I don't think you look like a woman," Declan replied, confusion clear. He paused a moment, head tilting as he turned to give Aoba an appraising look before shaking his head. Definitely not a woman.

"You're slighter in frame than say, a Titan typically is, but you have a masculine presenting body and you carry yourself with a similar manner. If you identified as female, I would think you'd emphasize attributes to identify as much, even if stereotypically. I hope you didn't take my comparing you to a type of painting as assuming your identity. You simply have softer features that make me think of the delicacy taken in making a watercolor painting. There were many watercolor paintings of men," he added the last, a bit perplexed before pondering a moment, trying to think about time frames and general eras of thought.

"...Is finding another man attractive not...acceptable in your time?" Declan hedged, instantly anxious, expression somewhat stricken.

"I am sorry, Aoba, if anything I've said makes you uncomfortable. I just thought being truthful was best. I can keep my comments to myself. I didn't think about different things might be between here and there."