( ah, it's a little alarming how quickly wataru takes to him, but he doesn't recoil at the very least. it's an outcome of a few he expected when he offered his hand, so it'd be silly to regret it. )

If I told you so soon that I like it, then you wouldn't be very motivated to continue to impress me, would you?

( honest, but cheekily so. he lets his fingers glide along the smooth face of wataru's tentacle as it works its way up his arm, straightening up as another seems to take claim of his ankle. he wonders they do this because wataru misses having an eichi to poke at, or if it's purely automatic. )

Intended symbolism of my generation aside, angels aren't meant to have a single set form, so I suppose they thought the best way to manage it was to make us very flexible.

( wataru didn't ask, but, despite what happened before, he still wants someone to talk to, still ... wants to talk to wataru, a little. )

... Is how I feel to your taste? Or is it a little too strange for you?

( he can guess wataru's answer based on everything wataru's said so far, he just wants to hear it despite denying the same thing of wataru earlier, )