[He certainly gives it thought. His head tips to the side, dark eyes staring at Toshinori's face as he weighs the pros and cons.]

Not just because of that.

[Is what he finally comes up with, soft but no less certain because of it. One arm tucks beneath his head, the position oddly casual for how seriously he's looking at him.]

I'm not doing this just for your sake. I'll come over more because I want to, too. And not just for sex.

[He appreciates the thirst, don't get him wrong. He loves the thirst. He, too, thirsts. But he also can't handle being-- well. Being more or less a groupie, easily gotten and just easily tossed to the side, not maliciously but thoughtlessly.]

Do you want that? [. . .] Can you handle that?