[If the smirk that finally crosses Kanda's face is any indication, it means exactly that. He gives that a moment to hang between them before he pushes off the wall and steps up before Itsuki, leans down to brace his hands on the arms of the chair to close the distance between them.
(The idiot hits on him enough that he should be able to use that to his advantage, for once.)
Blue eyes intent, he watches the broker through the fall of his bangs before finally arching a brow.]
Well then, broker... what're you willing to pay for the identity of a blood-true bastard?
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(The idiot hits on him enough that he should be able to use that to his advantage, for once.)
Blue eyes intent, he watches the broker through the fall of his bangs before finally arching a brow.]
Well then, broker... what're you willing to pay for the identity of a blood-true bastard?