[He glances back finally, but not, like, all the way around. More like he turns his jaw against his shoulder and arm, but his eyes are elsewhere.]

Really? You're an amazing writer, too, Chuuya-san. Sometimes... when our master isn't feeling well, he'll ask us for a song or a dance. It reminds me of the songs we sing for him. Or the songs we sing when we're on a mission.