[He's expecting disgust and likely fear from Wriothesley, because there's no gentle way to completely explain what he is. At the very least, he probably should have kept control until he could voice his concerns, but he hadn't expected it to slip so easily. Nanami winces when Wriothesley pulls back and gets to see him, ready to pull away at last, but the response he gets, full of amusement and even excitement, stops him where he is. The hand behind his ears sends a shiver through his body, prompting a whine when he's pulled forward. He wouldn't have predicted the boxer could be so happy to have a monster as a partner, and having him act even more encouraging is simultaneously confusing and arousing.
And he still manages to make note that the mug has found its way to a safe surface, which means he has nothing else keeping him from pushing Wriothesley back completely against the counter, pinning him back and grabbing hold of his wrists to keep him steady.]
I'm not going to listen to puns all night.
[Really, how does he end up surrounded by people wanting to tease him? Nanami lets go of one hand so he can slip his under the front of Wriothesley's shirt, trailing the claws over his skin.]
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And he still manages to make note that the mug has found its way to a safe surface, which means he has nothing else keeping him from pushing Wriothesley back completely against the counter, pinning him back and grabbing hold of his wrists to keep him steady.]
I'm not going to listen to puns all night.
[Really, how does he end up surrounded by people wanting to tease him? Nanami lets go of one hand so he can slip his under the front of Wriothesley's shirt, trailing the claws over his skin.]
Shouldn't you be afraid right now?