“A marshmallow?” The thief couldn’t help but laugh, lightly and quietly, at that, despite the flash of embarrassment the question brought back with it. “I suppose I might be. Sometimes.“
He hadn’t forgotten about their previous conversation though, but it seemed Hakuba had no further desire to continue it and as concerned as it really did make him, KID wasn’t about to put further pressure on him.
From the looks of it, that was far from what the detective needed.
So instead, he – a little reluctantly, because as well as he hid it, it was rather embarrassing. In a lot more ways than one – went along with the change in subject, lips quirking into a small, teasing grin. “But a thief is a thief and as much as that was a delivery, I did steal something too, didn’t I?”
Hakuba was greatly relieved that the change in topic had been accepted, and he smirked faintly at the question. “Steal something? I suppose that you did, yes… but I wonder if that’s only because you didn’t ask first.”
The detective wondered briefly if he was tempting fate. It would be so easy for KID to reject even that little tease. But then, the thief had broken into his bedroom in the middle of the night. And, under pretense of a delivery or not, that probably said something. Hakuba wanted to know what.