[The turmoil he's feeling is only further muddled when Wriothesley keeps playing with his hair. He almost steps forward when it stops, wanting to continue the contact and do even more, but he somehow manages to hold himself back. What is he thinking? He's thinking that if he claims Wriothesley as his own, then no one else will dare touch him. But those are instincts he knows will upset his guest, and he really just wants to make sure the man is safe. After that display, there's no telling what classes of nonhumans might notice him. Especially if he's been fighting like that all this time. Nanami doesn't want to scare him away.]

What?

[His sense returns at the question, and he slowly shakes his head to clear it. He's clearly been slipping, and his skin feels hot as he clears his throat.]

That... I'm not trying to trick you into anything. I just want to talk. And it would be dangerous to let you walk home alone.

[Not that his instincts aren't already in overdrive, but it would be unfair to Wriothesley to try to ask for anything. He can be content, he's sure of it. He's just having a little trouble convincing the eager side of him to calm down.]