"Suppose a few here might get worked up over something like this."

Others might not, it didn't matter to him, so long as everyone was simply enjoying themselves. He will, however, more than likely find something super manly and testosterones poisoned after this though like chasing a dragon.

His familiar, one day Minako you'll finally accept that she's his familiar, smiles back at her nods her head. "Oh yes, the flowers help bring out his natural beauty quite nicely."

There was probably something to be said about a giant, muscular guy having flowers braided in his hair. Especially when said giant was Beowulf, of all people. But he just sort of sits there and lets them do what they'd like. In the meantime he starts to finish his weave. "Do they now? I'll have to keep them in for a moment longer."

With that he holds up the crown he'd been working on. Various shades of pinks, blues, and yellows. "Here, made one for you too."