[ He stops them just short of the shoreline where there's a cool breeze, the rhythmic hiss and bubbling of the tide. ]

I'll join you. [ With his free hand, he reaches up to boop the pad of his index finger to Wriothesley's lips. He pauses to study his expression, the physical flourish of hope on it almost as compelling as his feelings are. Something soft dances across his expression. ] So make sure you save all that temptation until then, okay?

[ With that, he fishes a lighter out of his pocket. ]

Hold it this side down and watch your fingers.

[ Cupping his palm against the air, Kizuna flicks the lighter and touches its flame to the stick. It takes a moment for it to catch, fizzling to life in a colorful pop of gentle sparks. ]