"Even if it was something I hadn't seen before, Makoto-chan, I've risked too much to give it up for some kunoichi trying to wrap me around her finger." Yuki chuckled, both a little nervous about that and a little nervous about why Kasumi really needed half an hour.<br/><br/>His instincts always went toward paranoia.  That was the risk of being the one who was willing to cast his own life into the fire.<br/><br/>He had thought Sarada would honestly kill him to silence him, and that had just been his mind getting a little ahead of itself.  Admittedly, how easy would it have been for her to end his life?<br/><br/>The young man decided to give paranoia a break, instead allowing himself a little bit of ease around the comrade he had bled with.  He spoke softly, "...by the way, Makoto-chan, I understand if...you...want to snatch me up, but you're...giving me a good view of yourself, down there."<br/><br/>He wasn't good at teasing, but...at least he could pass it off as politely pointing out something for the sake of her modesty.  Part of him would take being called a pervert to avoid being lectured about something so obvious, anyway...