[Sakamoto mistakes the gesture for one of tenderness, not seeing the way her eye color changes. The cafe isn't lit very well at this time of night, and he simply leans back to allow her better access to his thick neck.]

What's up? Feelin' shy?

[He eyes the ceiling, feeling the blood rush to the useless thing between his legs, while his face turns bright red.

In a whisper:]

Me too.

Kirishima? Ah, Touka.

[His mouth runs and he can't stop it.]

You can probably tell that I'm the kind of guy who wanders around, but...

That first time, when you smiled at me? I considered stayin' in one place. That guy of yours is crazy.

If I was in his place, I would have fallen for you, hook, line, 'n sinker.

[Softly:]

Would you lie down for me? I want to treat you right.