( he sees that fraction of a second where his words actually manage to weasel into her conscience. though, naturally, he has no idea how or why it actually effects her. instead, he mistakes it as a part of his charm. his self-proclaimed "charisma" finally garnering the results it deserves, thinks kurenai.
but, regardless of that, he does seem a bit surprised by her request. ) My hand?
What? Are you going to kiss it better? If that's the case, I prefer something a bit more...
( lewd? sexy? still, he does, put his hand out. though, despite seeming so nonchalant about it. a part of him is actually still on guard. his eyes... scrutinizing her movements; planning to draw back the minute something seems awry. )
no subject
but, regardless of that, he does seem a bit surprised by her request. ) My hand?
What? Are you going to kiss it better? If that's the case, I prefer something a bit more...
( lewd? sexy? still, he does, put his hand out. though, despite seeming so nonchalant about it. a part of him is actually still on guard. his eyes... scrutinizing her movements; planning to draw back the minute something seems awry. )