[The slight dip is appreciated as Scaramouche gently wipes off some of the smeared makeup, thumb coloured red as he pulls it back and rubs it against a finger. Perhaps he should look into other types of makeup if Kazuha wish to use his again. Where it doesn't bother him, far too many years using various types, his current selection in Nippon irritates the mortal in some sense.

It's a good thing all he put on was eyeliner.

The immortal smiles as he turns his attention from the red now on his hand, back towards his boyfriend. It's barely helped any, but they're almost at the door to the other Inazuman's home.]

Rather difficult for me to notice if it's more than just your sight. You're saying you hear everything I do. Or smell.

[The strangest senses that he sometimes has to remind himself Kazuha has. That he can hear when he's coming, smell him on the wind. It's ridiculous, but he knows it's true. That the man can use those heightened senses to pay more attention to him is something he can see, given the idea some thought. Curious to what it must be like, sensing his every movement without ever needing to look at him.

Blood is an interesting mention, pulling a small look of surprise onto the immortal's face. He knows the man is a samurai, that he's been in many battles and is competent in them. Bloodshed is something he should be more than familiar with even given his age, but it's still something hard for Scaramouche to imagine.]

You find blood more comfortable than makeup? You know you didn't need to wear any for me, but it looks good on you-- looked.