[Despite the immortal's long lifespan, Kazuha is fairly confident that he has more relationship experience to him. He doesn't even have much himself, but the timidness in which Scaramouche had approached any close connection makes him think so. And yet, this is still so new to the young Kaedehara too--]

Are you certain they aren't actually low then? [A small tease, at his own expense.]

[The loss of the other man's weight and warmth makes him miss it already, but being caught as they had been might have been worse. As Scaramouche moves away, the samurai's eyes travel his body from head to toe, settling eventually on the cherry mark he left on the other's neck. He smiles, though a pink blush warms his cheeks.]

Oh. Definitely.

[He tilts his head, loose hair slipping down his shoulder, his smile impish and not the least bit sorry.]

We're dirty, it's very suspicious. However, it could be worse.

[They could have gotten far messier.

Kazuha can't resist; as he shifts to get his feet under him, he briefly, leans forward, touching Scaramouche's cheek and turning his head so he can steal a kiss from his lips by pure element of surprise. He pulls back, chuckling to himself, his eyes narrowed with pleasure and delight.]

Would you like to go home now, or sit longer under the trees?