[ Kizuna startles when grabbed, not expecting it even with his feelings so attuned to Wriothesley's in the moment. But when he reveals the reason for it, his Vision exchanging hands, Kizuna flushes in a completely different way. There's a sort of instinctual reverence that he has for it, a natural response to being shown this amount of trust. ]

Whatever those whims were, I don't think they intended for you to use it in bed.

[ A gentle rib, so fond he almost doesn't know what to do with himself for a moment. Fingers curled over the bauble's cool surface, he brings his arm in, holding it to his chest for a moment. ]

Like I thought... it yours, so it feels good to hold.