[ Being manhandled has never been something he's loved, but Jinseok can make an exception for someone as pretty as Touka. Granted, it still makes him a little wary, but he's still a boy who doesn't know when to say die, and he grins back at her still looking moderately satisfied with himself; at least he got her full attention. ]

Maybe it isn't me yet, but it will be. Look at my face.

[ Artful finger framing. ]

Remember it, and remember it when it shows up in your dreams tonight.