[Kojuro does indeed shut his mouth, though it stays in a warm smirk all the same; yeah, maybe he does want to be best at everything if only so he can feel like he's lead Masamune to everything but...He'll cope. Somehow. Look, he long ago dealt with the fact that Masamune's more talented and full of potential than he'll ever want, deep down. This is NOTHING.

Anyway, it's not like he can say much when he's intently listening to Masamune's poetic waxing. It's not a poem proper, sure, but it's still lovely to listen to, and Kojuro's eyelids start lowering a little before he realises.

Ah.

Hm.] I am sure that Tsukiyomi is aware of your attentions, my lord, and is grateful. Perhaps she will remember your words and fondness in her weaker moments, and stand strong against her enemies with your confidence bolstering her.

But I can say with certainty that the moonlight never wished to, and never will, leave you in shadow. You have always glowed with or without her love, and will continue even when you cannot see her. [It's hard, getting progressively more drunk off your ass and trying to keep both your composure and your words in check. He's doing his best, though.] Perhaps it is Tsukiyomi's light that has always been chasing after you as you race ahead, trying to swallow your shadow and replace it.