Cecil frowned in a pretty disapproving manner, really not feeling too sure about how calling Norman something respectful when he was helping him so much. He would had thought someone would like to be treated with respect like that, but whatever he could still call him Norman without too much of an issue. It was probably for the best anyway, especially considering Norman was supposed to be treating him like an experiment and if your experiment was calling you respectful things you’d be less inclined to try and harm them like with the shield. Cecil was pretty prepared for testing the shield, he would be able to tell if there was some loose connection before throwing it online and would be able to tell Norman that it was indeed not working. It would be pretty difficult when it was built to be similar to him moving his arm in response time. He was a little worried about future testing though, he knew that Norman would start out light but eventually would want to convert to much heavier weapons to test the power of the shield on. It was probably something an engineer would do anyway even if it might cause him distress, seeing as how any stress could be simply repaired.

Anything being thrown in Cecil’s direction would be stressful, whether it be something soft and harmless or tough and harmful like a stone. Even with Norman’s reassurances he was going to be nervous. Staring at Norman as he spoke he waited for him to start firing, not actually understanding that he made a brief little joke at the same time: he was a Machina, not a man nor was he designed to look like a man but a little kid. That was really confusing, maybe he was making fun of him or something for being unable to be one. Seeing him getting ready to shoot he instinctively put up a defensive stance as if expecting it to hurt a lot, instead he barely felt it if at all as it bounced away. Feeling a little confused he looked around for it before to Norman, staring at him for a moment before gasping. “Will the bird be okay?? I don’t want to hurt it!”

Cecil’s main concerns came from being able to harm others with the shield rather than protect them and if it had any recoil, meaning that ball that the child should lose could spring back at twice the power it hit him with. He didn’t know how much of a shield it was when compared to a weapon, seeing as how it was composed of energy. Gasping when Norman fired another ball at him he stared at him in annoyance, not liking how there was no warning to that one. “Can you tell me when you’re going to fire stuff at me? What if I took down my shield just then…” It was awfully distracting to have random stuff thrown at him, especially if it could harm him. He figured he would move onto stronger stuff to throw at him, but so long as he told him so that he might brace himself. In truth he didn’t really care about little bullets or whatever those things were, he was more concerned with magical attacks and whether he would be able to defend those; however, Norman wasn’t a Magi for all he knew, so that might be a little tough to test. “What are you going to toss at me now? Rocks? Metal? If my shield goes down without you saying you’re going to fire something at me don’t blame me. I don’t know how long I can keep it up, I’ll still tell if it’s going to go down though”.