[It makes a pang of ache stab in his chest to see the smile fall from Scaramouche's face, but Kazuha realizes the moment he said it that it was necessary to be said. Just as he had forged on telling Diluc that he'd chosen to want to be with the Balladeer despite knowing it would upset him, he pushes on know this is a painful truth for Scaramouche.

He plucks the hand from his clothes, sensing his nervous agitation, and brings his knuckles to his lips in a soft kiss. Kazuha keeps his eyes on his, maybe to emphasize that his affections, here, are solely focused on him.]

Is that how you see it? I only do these things for you.

[This again... Kazuha hadn't quite thought of it that way, and though he values his independence, the comment makes him pause with his lips pressed against the immortal's knuckles, holding his hand in his. He looks thoughtful-- he meant that in that their families were drawn to each other, but the role of his ancestors was subservient.

Can love and servitude really exist together? He bucks against the idea slightly, just as he had before. Though... hadn't he decided to give himself to him? Kazuha huffs a small laugh after a moment.]

I don't think I'm ready to call you 'my lord' so soon into our relationship, but I am yours.