[The smile on Scaramouche's face easily draws a returning one from the samurai. He often smiles, but the one he turns on the other Inazuman is warm, adoring. He's happy to see him in a more pleasant mood than before-- though he'll deal with emotionally unpacking everything.]

It might be the most pleasant death I could ask for, but perhaps we should wait on that, don't you think?

[There's mud on Scaramouche's kimono, and he tries flecking some of it off as he considers the question. Had the immortal's standards been lower, would he have missed his chance entirely? Kazuha imagines the whole reason why he had to work so hard for the other man's affections was due to this.

A few more strands fall loose from his bun as his hair is played with again, and he gives Scaramouche a fond sigh. All that work into impressing him... At least it seems to have paid off.]

I might have thought you interested sooner. I wasn't even sure even this morning.

[Kazuha had said as much to Scaramouche as they'd gotten changed. There had been no intimacy between them, and with the doll's skittishness regarding close relationships, he had still thought there was a good chance it would end poorly.

He leans in, nuzzling his nose into Scaramouche's neck.]

I'm glad I took a-- [He cuts himself off, listening for a moment. He thought he heard a scuff of feet, and after a moment, he is certain it's someone else walking along the path.]

There is someone coming this way.