[He's keeping his damn arms crossed and alternating between scowling at the sea and glancing at the other boy, trying his best to keep his mind off the heat thrumming under his skin. And to not look like he's grinding up and down the fucking tree. A hard grunt of annoyance answers the lack of real retribution from this place.]

They're probably gonna blackmail you with something or try to trick you with a memory.

[If he had to take a guess why this place wanted to rifle through someone's thoughts like that. But if it's eye-for-an-eye when the hotel comes to people trying to learn about it or break it, well... Let's see who can take a bigger ass kicking.

Bakugo tenses up. Shit, don't call him out on that bullcrap!]

Don't play fucking coy with me! You know exactly what's going on!

[Even if he's wanting to deny the drug's affect on him, it's obviously working. He's determined to sweat it out if he has to! If that'll even work... It doesn't feel like it will. Reluctantly, he has to admit the guy's been helpful...]

Bakugo Katsuki.