[ It's not so surprising a thing to hear, especially knowing how deep and instinctual the effects of Diamonds had been. ]

There was no limiting what Diamonds were capable of, hm... [ A quiet pause. ] But it's good. That it was someone you enjoy being around.

[ Genuinely — Kizuna finds himself placated by the knowledge of it rather than it being someone who might've caused the wariness and upset he'd witnessed that night in his suite. Free hand roving about Wriothesley's lower back through his shirt, his thumb presses into the divot of his spine in accusation of his mischievousness. Lifting his head, Kizuna looks him in the eye, gold on steel. ]

Me? [ His nose wrinkles. ] No, no, there's no way. Forget what my suit did, okay? My strength isn't that good at all.

[ Because, like. He's touching it right now? There is so much muscle there. ]