“You’re very welcome, detective. I’m glad you enjoyed them. All of it.” His own expression softened and he grinned, lightly, gaze flickering back towards Hakuba. It really made him happy and he was quite sure it showed, even through whatever hint of a Poker Face he might have on.
He really hoped the little – or perhaps not so little – dove he’d given the detective had done its job of keeping his nightmares at bay, because god knew Hakuba deserved a restful sleep and nice dreams. The times he did go to sleep, that was.
Sigh.
Thoughts drifting back to the present and the shyly phrased question he’d just been given, Kaitou chuckled, softly, lightly, and smiled. “Perhaps. I did get found out a little earlier than I thought I would, so…”
Letting the sentence trail off, he took a small step closer and leaned down to meet the detective’s gaze. Indigo eyes filled with playfulness and expression one of happy teasing – along with a hint of serious hesitance and curiosity – he continued; “By the way, have you figured out the other messages I sent along with the roses yet?”
“The other messages?” Hakuba considered the question, thinking about the hand-written notes that had arrived, as well as the themes incorporated. He had an idea of what Kaitou might have been referring to, but in his hesitation, pushed it aside. Instead, he went for the second level concept, offering a sheepish smile as he turned back to the thief.
“It would seem that you’re quite concerned about my health, at least. I… didn’t mean to worry you so much, Kaitou-san. Honestly, I try not to let it on to anyone. Really, you’d have to be stalking me to piece it together.”
The detective leaned back on the window bench, head tilted up and to one side as he regarded Kaitou, smile turning smug.
“So what do you have to say for yourself, Kaitou-san? Hmmm?”