"I-I guess," Setsuna says with a slight pout. He's not sure how any of that works, but he doesn't feel pure. He never has. His mind latches on to Teddy's hands, working through his wings, the comfort and soothing.

As for beauty, Setsuna lowers his head to Teddy's neck and nuzzles against it. "You're always beautiful." The he gives a soft, quick kiss, his lips against skin, eagerly.