<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Ryò saw Itachi glance at the young woman as she spoke after giving his older sibling a dismissive glance. He rolled his eyes, smirking slightly. </span><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)">"I'm taken, after all, Sakura-kun knows my past, you do not. Nor will I tell you of it," </span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Itachi deadpanned in a monotone; he didn't mind the attention, but did not find the dismissal of Sakura very amusing. He knew the dark gray cloak didn't give away anything of any possible knowledge of his past, nor did he plan to give any outward hints unless necessary.<br/>
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He glanced at the barkeep. <b>"Do you mind if I help prepare something I suspect these patrons might enjoy?" </b>he said quietly, a small, shy smile crossing his face. He did have an idea he suspected she would find very interesting.</span>