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[Not so much withstand as account for - Takasugi takes the force like he'd take any other blow. With unrelenting stubbornness.

The snow that speckles Takasugi's clothing and skin has begun to melt, chilled water running down his back.

Uncomfortable - he understands the flirting but they aren't going to get anywhere in the snow.] Oh?

Anything else you'd like to try? [Still vague - the fight, the mysterious ability, the bedroom all questioned at once.]