Cobra shoved aside a grimace, irritated. He'd specifically stopped her from writing something because he was sure what she wanted to say; advice that she thought up that Cobra would then deliver. But he couldn't risk that, even if it would be much easier. Sorano would surely suspect that it wasn't really "Fix-It" behind the advice if he did that, even if he filtered it with rougher language. And, surprisingly, he felt he already knew what he wanted to say, although getting the words out was going to take some serious mental effort as to not run away immediately after talking about something so embarrassing.
A hand waved at him. He looked towards Lucy. She was leaning away from the lacrima, as to keep herself out of sight of Sorano. Above her head was what she had just been writing. Without thinking, Cobra instinctively felt his eye take in what she'd written. His expression loosened as he took it in, before he closed his eye and rested his body back, the words flowing through him. For some reason, he didn't feel quite so nervous anymore.
"If it's my advice you want, I'll give it to you. But don't say it's no good if you don't like it. I'm not aiming to please here…"