Oh, he likes how she says his name. He does little to step back or give her any space now that they are this close together and now that he's not watching her enjoy herself he's allowing his fingers to tuck the matches back into his pocket. He'll breathe deep of his own nicotine and no in confirmation at his name.

There's a subtle grin making its way onto his lips at her sincerity and that gathers an amused sound from his throat, "I do try, Miss Kirigakure. An equally beautiful name for a beautiful woman."