The teen nearly bit back the haughty laugh he guffawed at such a statement. “I’m flattered ya’d place me above yer doc. I’m surprised ya still even listen ta him considerin’ ya wear ash like cologne.”
He knows that might prod a self-conscious air instead of a light and jovial one, but he’s also more well-known for his blunt sincerity. Still, it provokes him into some brief silence lest he say anything more tactless, gaze nursing the drink his other hand occupied. “… Yeah, jus’ a bit. Damn shame that it’s that colour, ya know. Poison augh’a be a colour less enticin’.”
“Mmm… but if the poison were less enticing,” Hakuba hummed, eyes narrowing in their own amber reflection in the light. “…less would succumb to temptation and fall, which would be quite the pity, don’t you think? After all, what is life without sin?"
The detective shifted his gaze to the other, expression settling into a comfortable air of challenge. The ever-constant edge of rivalry and undertone of aggression was something of a comfort to him, and one of his favorite little details of their relationship. Whatever it was.
”…you needn’t be so cruel about the cigarettes, though. Or my doctor. He’s quite attractive, you know.“