[It wasn't until Diluc asked him that question that Kazuha finally realizes how his confession might sound. For a moment, the samurai stares up at him, face rosy, but then he can't hold back a light giggle when Diluc presses his soft lips to kiss his palm. These small romantic gestures are very effective on him, who fancies himself a poet.]

What if I were right now? [He asks, his voice hushed and his eyes widening slightly with the excitement of doing something so rash. The samurai can't hold it for long, giggling again before he strokes his thumb over Diluc's cheek.]

No, I was not thinking of something so serious. In Inazuma, duels are matters of honor. I was thinking something more casual like a spar or join you in a fight if the time ever came.

[In other words, he thinks he could see himself fighting at his side sometime. Perhaps he shouldn't be so preoccupied with the redhead's combat physique, when he has other ways to impress him at the moment. It's been impressed so far.

Slowly, he lifts his thigh a bit more, enough the can slide a leg around one of Diluc's and tangle around it.]