( Oh, he's found such a fun one to play with, here. For the most part, Esikko prefers to play the part of a gentle, pink prince, going along with dull polite comments and so on... But he's been bored here, and every so often he runs across someone just asking to be poked at. Makoto had been one of them. Bakugo seems to be now.

Is it so wrong that he thinks that sort of reactivity is a little cute?

Ah, but the explosion catches him off guard. He blinks in his surprise, stopping his circling to stand where he is. Magic, huh? Even more of a point in his interest. )

Oh, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm being serious, though.

( He folds his arms in front of himself, a loose, comfortable thing. )

Take a moment to consider it. If you quiet your yelling for just a moment, can you perhaps feel something a little different? Is your body a little warmer, perhaps?