[ he's so not used to snuggling, managing to lay still when he's nosed in on, though his ears flick away as a faint giveaway of his own inexperience. he distracts himself with his thoughts—for all his ribbing, he needs to try and think back, too.

he remembers... being exhausted, strung-out and awake for hours beyond what's comfortable. gambling tables and sips of drinks for the sake of blending in, barely ever taking a real pull of liquor. houses of cards. a car trunk and golden die.

and nothing with a large oni man. definitely the sort of fellow who'd leave an impression, and he's drawing a blank. ]

Hm. [ he finally tries to push against itto's arms, not even expecting to wriggle free. just trying to get a better look at this guy. ] Not much.

[ he is, how you say... a hypocrite. ]

Let's see if we can't fill those blanks of yours another way. Am I the kind of person you'd pick up at a casino?

[ asked almost blandly. ]