[ A pleasant noise rolls low in Kizuna's chest, skin shuddering beneath the material of his clothing at that first contact. He challenges Seimei with the knowledge that the other man will meet him head-on, unafraid. Their first meeting, torrid and intense, has done nothing to make him less bold. ]

Lose? No, no. I wouldn't dare... [ Playful, exacting. Kizuna can't help but angle his body into the waiting clutch of his palm, giving him more to hang on to, if he desires it. Just because they're doing what's instructed of them doesn't mean he can't give the encounter a little flair — he can stand to be boring. Tapping his fingertips against his shoulder in thought, he lets him in on a little secret. ] The truth is, I'm actually not that competitive at all.

[ But this place is a circuit of rich emotion and Kizuna does feed into it, his empathy igniting in his veins. Hunger begets hunger. ]

But that doesn't mean I don't want to have a little fun, you know?