His cheeks colored, and he rubbed his cheek with a hand, like he was aware of how red he was getting. "There's no heroics here, Lea," he stated simply with a shrug, shaking his head idly. "I'm just doing what needs to be done. Sora's the one with 'HERO' painted on his forehead. I bet you could give him a shield and a horse and he'd be a normal knight in shining armor." Surprisingly, a little smile came to his lips as he spoke, and it wasn't of the mocking nature, but he was politely rebuffing Lea's train of thought.

He wasn't good. He just did good things; he did what people didn't want to do. He didn't have a problem with picking up the slack.

He made a face, though, at the thought of Lea handling a gun. "How's your aim?" He said, sipping his bowl and closing his eyes, half an honest question and half a physical I don't think you're cut out for sharpshooting.