At your words, Nok-Nok straightens, inch by inch, until he's standing tall. He holds in his breath proudly – u

At your words, Nok-Nok straightens, inch by inch, until he's standing tall. He holds in his breath proudly – until you seem his ears turn red, then he exhales, coughing... but when his fit ends, he seems to be chewing over your words, and nodding to himself.