[Despite the fact they had just been kissing, as Scaramouche leans in he feels his heartbeat quickening in his chest. I makes his stomach flutter, excited for affection, even when he should know better when he sees that devilish little smile on the immortal's face. The pleased, light smile on his own face falls as the other draws away, and he lets out a punished sigh.]

Ah, what happened to the cute Scaramouche that was kissing me so hard I almost died?

['Almost died' is an exaggeration. Kazuha thinks he's being cute, teasing him back like that. He thinks if he wanted, he could probably just tip the other man over back onto the ground. Playfully, he tests this theory, loosening his hands to take away the other man's support in his lap, but he slips his hands back around him before he can drop far.

He dips his head, looking at him through the curtain of pale lashes and white hair, his ruby eyes wanting and warm. Kazuha leans in, nosing against his cheek, and then places a soft little kiss there.]

Hard to impress... I'm just a modest ronin. You're making do so much work.