"Must my sons always attempt to lie to me?" Tutting quietly under her breath, Mikoto reaches up to place her small hand gently on his cheek, her lips pursed yet still curved to show her fondness, "Don't be so blatant in your lies, honestly... If you are not alright, then you don't need to cover it up for your okaa-san." Unless, of course, he had done something unimaginably stupid. Then, she supposed, it would be best for the information to be hidden from a protective and warring mother.