Libra's Lovelorn Lovers

Arty chuckles a little bit at how stupid that sounds, but shakes his head.
"I think it'd be best if you just made all the mud go away, Libra. She says she's had enough, and I can't say that I blame her. Maybe some other time."
He turns his head to the demon.
"I know it doesn't help, but I do think you look very nice in that shape even if you uh, need a bit to figure out how to work it." he tries to compliment her, the ridiculous nature of the scenario helping him keep from getting too nervous right now.