[Even with the elephant in the room being given some spotlight, it doesn't make it any less awkward a situation to be in. And that response is a noble one, so Vanitas lets go of his wrists to allow him to continue. If Oushi responded any other way he might have tried to turn around for the rest of it, but he believes that the other boy doesn't think of himself as a creep.

That's good enough for him. The eye contact is...disarming, but Vanitas stubbornly holds his gaze like this is the boss fight at the end of an intense game of chicken. Oushi's hands ending up where they're unexpected almost breaks Vanitas' resolve, having to stifle the sound that comes out with his hand. He plays it off like he's showing the mark, but ends up breaking eye contact, and looking down.

It's fine, it's his own body, after all! But it sends a familiar and embarassingly unwelcome sensation through him. Shit.]

The vampire who bit me was like a.. [Mother? Father? It's hard to say. A little of both.] They rescued me from a difficult situation after I was orphaned. Neck biting seems a little bit intimate, don't you think. [His eyes dart back up to Oushi's, trying to think about anything but how close those hands are to other parts. Maybe Vanitas himself the true creep between them.]