“I may be a thief, but I have standards.” Technically, he did a lot of things that were questionable putting it mildly, but he was doing them less and less now. (One could argue either he was maturing or the gentleman act really was starting to wear off on him.)
“So, do you wish to or not?” He kept his grin, noting the blush. For once, as it wasn’t due to the gentleman act, he was pleased with it.
Hakuba hated questions like this. They left him vulnerable, and there was no way to win. Unless Kaitou really intended to kiss him if he said yes, which he found highly suspect, no matter what the detective said would lead to heartache. He debated the answer. So far, he’d not made his feels about Kuroba Kaito too obvious, or so he hoped, and whatever was said now put that in jeopardy.
He wanted to. He wanted Kaitou to. Kaitou or Kaito. It didn’t matter. But that would open or close doors, potentially permanently. What to do? What to do?!
“I… do,” he said softly, looking away. Guilt was in his expression. “Of course I do. But… is that… even safe for you?”
Why do you have to ask? Why can’t you just take it? Why make me decide?