That sounded a little more like Hakuba, at least the complaining at him thing. Maybe he’d just been over-thinking things? No, he hadn’t. Hakuba would never have acted the way he had in that restaurant. This was not the Hakuba he knew and loved, or um, yeah… right.
“Ya jus’ kissed me in a restaurant full of people!” Hattori countered. “Wha’ ‘bout yere dad, yere reputation, wha’ if tha’ gets around?” Hattori ran a hand through his hair, staring at Hakuba, trying to gauge if he was making any sense. “Can ya forget ‘bout yere suit fer one secon-”
“Why are ya starin’ at me like tha’…”
“Why?” Hakuba repeated the question, head tilting at an angle to elongate his neck as he approached, one step, then another, bringing him quite close to the other detective.
“I’m simply fascinated by you. Listening to you, being concerned about my reputation and the relationship between myself and my father. If I didn’t know any better, you might actually care about what happens to me…"
It wasn’t so much teasing in a malicious way as it was a thoughtful, appreciative glaze. His words came with a low sort of hum to them; an undertone of predatory fixation. He lifted a hand to the collar of Heiji’s shirt, then the other, carefully straightening out the line of it. Close. Intimate.
"But, really, Hattori… you needn’t worry too awfully much about that. Not at the moment, anyway. After all, I am a foreigner, and I’m certain that the Japanese would have a difficult time telling a half-brit from a frenchman, non? Bonjour, mon ami~” Hakuba chuckled, leaning in to kiss Heiji’s cheek on one side, then the other.
“I’m simply saying hello.”