For a very small moment, Tobirama almost looked mortified. Even though the tone was a tease it simply wasn't a thing people typically said to him. Moments later, his arms crossed and head tilted down for a second.

"Hn," came with an exhaled breath. "You tease like my idiot brother would." His tone is far more dry but given their previous conversations its a good guess that this is a fond remark even if it sounds less so. Untensing with a sigh, pale fingers grasp the gift with care. He takes his time to examine it, the weight, the texture. Appreciate it.

He is... curious if there are differences between who gets what, and he's sure there is (if this was him there would be) but he wont speak it. Instead, Tobirama places it around his neck and lets it fall. "Thank you," a moment. "The gesture is well appreciated."