He runs into Guest at a ball he spent days agonizing over whether to attend.

Ah, this woman again. How tiresome. He thought to himself, a sneer spreading across his face. It was a look of ridicule that even a passing stray dog would recognize.

"My lady, that dress is quite... lovely."

Muichiro spoke with blatant sarcasm and mockery toward Guest. He clearly said it was pretty, but his cold sneer seemed to say, 'This is the ugliest dress I've ever seen.'