I like you too, is what he almost responds with, the words still lingering on his tongue, although he isn't sure how he could like someone he's only just met. (A love at first sight situation? Surely not.) But won't he feel silly once it's proven otherwise? Buttering the oni up seems to be working in his favor, surprisingly, and he's tempted to continue offering sweet, honey-tongued words in an attempt to coerce him further, except he'll have something else distracting him here shortly.

Sooner than anticipated, actually, given how fast Itto moves to grab him, an unexpected yelp slipping out before it can be stopped as he's tugged into the other man's lap. He tries squirming free, but considering their proximity and Itto's sudden hold on his arms, he's a little too late with planning an escape. It's not a gentle hold, either, which he wants to protest, even if he knows his strength could prove enough if he got some extra leverage.

“No,” Sizhui huffs, struggling lightly against Itto's grasp. “I don't have any other weapons.” For clarification there, though he technically does have those aforementioned talismans and a musical instrument. Despite his predicament, he doesn't protest Itto asking if he should check his robes, nor does he remark on if he thought he was foolish; it's as the oni said, if he was, he wouldn't have made it this far in life and Sizhui'd be dealing with another problem elsewhere. “Certainly not, as I figured it was safe to assume you aren't a mindless creature.” And so far, he's been proven right.

His breath hitches when Itto dips closer, both legs adjusting so he's got his knees on either side of his waist, eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of Itto's mouth coming near his neck. Taste? What does that mean? Frankly, why is he asking? is a better question. Most monsters don't do that, they simply take, and Sizhui's genuinely so astonished, his body trembles and his words stutter. “Y-Yes, only... only if you promise to stop terrorizing people.”