...I don't mind it. [Despite not really being fan of or knowing how to handle such messy feelings it doesn't mean he wants to Akira hold back. He's learned to appreciate the vulnerability of the others honesty, making him want to preserve this little bubble they've built even more.]

Oh? Would you be willing to be my guinea pig and face the death once more in my hands? [He chuckles, fingers letting go of Akira's hand to find his wrist, carefully sliding under to the cuff of his shirt sleeve.] I don't care for sweets, but I imagined tonight is a special occasion. It is custom to eat a cake in Christmas, after all.