Nope. But... what was it that you said? [ Rhetorical, soft, a little nervy. ] That I was a natural?

[ Feeling the ample scrape of those teeth is what really makes his thoughts start to spin out; Kizuna is eager to chase his smile's shape as he rolls onto his back and brings the boxer with him. His focus almost slides if not for the way that Wriothesley's words drop against him, into this rhythm they share.

It's true that he hadn't really dissuaded wolves and other cats from using their teeth. It hadn't seemed like it would matter, from hunter to hunter. But this — it's over. It's no longer about the game. Gaze fluttering open, he also suppresses the why of it. He steadies one palm on Wriothesley's side to balance him and the other smooths up over his cheek, his ear, restlessly carding through hair until he reaches the back of his bandaged neck. Fingers press there in remembrance. ]

...it was like I couldn't focus on anything else.