I wasn't stalking. [ The response is a low, reluctant grumble from his throat. ] I had questions for you.

[ He was always intending to approach him, so surely that counted as an extended encounter? Nanami knows it's an excuse, but at the same time, he doesn't really want Wriothesley to assume he meant him any harm by following him. They've all got enough real threats to worry about, and Nanami doesn't want to be labeled as one of them. He would be if anyone knew more about what he was. Humans were already distrustful of anything more than their own kind.

What he does want is more complicated. He wants to know how strong he is, yes, because he saw the boxer demonstrate strength that was clearly more than just human. But he also wants to see more of that smile from before--easy and natural--and to ensure he can keep smiling. Putting that into words is hard, so instead he starts a kettle for tea and ingredients for a quick and simple meal. It's easy enough to make a pasta dish and feed his guest without much time to wait. ]

You still agreed to come with me. If you thought I was stalking you, then why did you agree?