He's certainly not expecting this as a reaction, though he knew that such an offer could have gone anywhere. Some women didn't like that kind of forward behavior, though the ones that Kisuke was most familiar frowned on anything less than forward. The woman he kept always at his side more than any other.
He turns pink to the face as she moves in, right upon him, as if she were going to touch their faces together. Her fingers at the soft skin at the base of his neck, carding through the thick-textured hair there, are oddly startling, though he doesn't find it at all intrusive. Whatever she is doing, he can feel a swell of the strange reiatsu that she possesses. It's warm, reminds him a little of a lazy picnic on a warm autumn day. If he had to liken it to anyone's, he would say that it reminds him a little of Inoue-san, but only very little.
He's not going to ask her what she is. It simply is out of the question. It isn't the sort of thing a man like him deserves to demand of others; quite the opposite.
"Ms. Stackhouse?" he asks, unsure if this is a yes or a no.
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He turns pink to the face as she moves in, right upon him, as if she were going to touch their faces together. Her fingers at the soft skin at the base of his neck, carding through the thick-textured hair there, are oddly startling, though he doesn't find it at all intrusive. Whatever she is doing, he can feel a swell of the strange reiatsu that she possesses. It's warm, reminds him a little of a lazy picnic on a warm autumn day. If he had to liken it to anyone's, he would say that it reminds him a little of Inoue-san, but only very little.
He's not going to ask her what she is. It simply is out of the question. It isn't the sort of thing a man like him deserves to demand of others; quite the opposite.
"Ms. Stackhouse?" he asks, unsure if this is a yes or a no.