[It's the same reason he's learned to favor the choice in clothes he has: what it does to guys. Granted, these are vile and despicable men, not sound or healthy ones, monsters, but he'd like to think he could make anyone hungry for him. A strange sort of armor that he's accustomed himself to.
Modern womens' underwear is a whole new breed. More intense than even corsets. Alois watches Miyuki pick up the pair he was holding a moment before, and he stares at them, blinking to Miyuki when he speaks, and then his gaze dances away while a hue of rose starts to come over his cheeks.]
Well. [Yes. Sure. Absolutely.] Who doesn't like... cheeries?
[Anyone would think they're cute, is the implication he's putting forth in effort to spare himself.]
They're quite nice. On cakes and such. And they've got nice flowers.
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Modern womens' underwear is a whole new breed. More intense than even corsets. Alois watches Miyuki pick up the pair he was holding a moment before, and he stares at them, blinking to Miyuki when he speaks, and then his gaze dances away while a hue of rose starts to come over his cheeks.]
Well. [Yes. Sure. Absolutely.] Who doesn't like... cheeries?
[Anyone would think they're cute, is the implication he's putting forth in effort to spare himself.]
They're quite nice. On cakes and such. And they've got nice flowers.