His ears snap up and his tail frizzes in surprise.

"You... you talked about me?" his immediate notion is 'why?' but he has to banish the idea because Makoto is nice, genuinely, and wouldn't be discussing him as a means to use him.

"Er... uh, s-sure..." he's blushing deeply, feeling deeply awkward. He's not good at people, most of them he can barely tolerate. But he doesn't want to insult any of Makoto's friends.