His fluffy ears flick back and then up and forward as his shoulders slump with a mix of relief and chagrin. Settling himself cross-legged on the branch - do not ask how this occurs, he has cat balance - he rubs a curled left hand vigorously across the back of his ear, though he doesn't quite go so far as to lick his hand first.

....a minute or so later, he mutters, "Okay, it was funny, but maybe not that funny." Shiro pouts a little.