[Close enough for breath to mingle, there's a simple implication by what they're both saying. A relationship of give and take that so many men and their women enjoy...
Isn't what Takasugi's interested in.
When he watches her chest rise and fall, his eye gets lost in the intricate pattern of the kimono.
She's made an oddly perceptive observation. Takasugi hums, raising a hand only to tuck a stray lock of hair away before leaning back.] Words, no.
Your song, however... [He'd take a melody - this was a gift after all, not an attempt to wring a favor out of the woman.
no subject
Isn't what Takasugi's interested in.
When he watches her chest rise and fall, his eye gets lost in the intricate pattern of the kimono.
She's made an oddly perceptive observation. Takasugi hums, raising a hand only to tuck a stray lock of hair away before leaning back.] Words, no.
Your song, however... [He'd take a melody - this was a gift after all, not an attempt to wring a favor out of the woman.
She isn't so honorable.]