[He watches as Kaneda studies his hand, unable to completely mask the shy smile creeping across his face. When he lets go, Manolo lightly curls his fingers inward and ponders that last question...]

Painting them? [He's intrigued by the idea, and he seems to give it some serious thought. He'd be like some of the more colorful sugar skulls he'd seen growing up. Speaking of which...] Now that you mention it, the women who look like me already have painted spirals. It's a much more festive look, if you ask me.