"Yeah, the broth caught me by surprise," Kira said, hoping the steam coming up from the bowl would explain the redness in his cheeks to Rhys if she ended up taking notice--not that he had to worry about keeping too professional around her or anything. He shifted in his seat slight, adjusting the best he could for still growing tightness in his pants; his tongue might have been tasting soy and krill, but his mind was still on that 'chocolate kiss'.<br/><br/>"Considering my rent likely a neat night on the town for those snobs, I don't think any amount we take off the kid would be missed for long. Besides, we gotta be authentic." Like Docca, Kira sounded like he had no qualms about making their target's life a bit of hell. Not only had he been pulled over for a 'broken taillight' one too many times, Kira always thought the walls they put around Bellevue to be insultingly excessive. "Anything else we need to know Rhys, or can we start planning the kid's reality check?"<br/><br/>Kira would work through his ramen, having done enough savoring and wanting to fill up before they really started in on work. He'd try to steal a few more glances at Docca, his earlier embarrassment not being enough to deter him from a few more looks. He'd quickly go back to his food if he saw her returning his glances, though.