Well, if this is what she wants...he'd be lying if he said he didn't want it, too. The moon overhead seems to have made his sense of smell stronger even with the dulling effect of the bracelet, and the idea of doing this, here in the alley where anyone could walk down and see, could see them--

She buries her face against his chest, and that just won't do. Not for this. His fingers wind through her hair, combing, soothing, reaching up to stroke the base of those quivering ears atop her head, and after a moment he shifts his arm and shoulder, nudging her to get her to look up at him. To meet his eyes, just for a moment. "I won't say that anymore if it makes you uncomfortable, Mikan-chan," he murmurs, and his voice is more intent, the change small but noticeable. "But I want you to look at me. Just at me. Can you do that?"