I assure you, you have certainly given me cause not to underestimate,

[The dry, backhanded retort comes as exhausting thoughts fill Matoba's mind to a brim- the quaint insistence towards the Earth being flat; Ro's revelation that he hadn't even glanced at Matoba's name in his profile in 6-odd months of intermingling; his utterly puppy-soft blindness towards him as "Misa".]

[And yet here he is, with boxes addressed to him being sent to the man's room. How vexing.]

[He makes another furious lunge forward as Rokurou begins to rifle through the cakes and unboxes one, but as he lays hands upon a thick arm to try and wrestle his sweets free, the sing-song twinkle from the cake stops him in his tracks, dumbfounded, just as it does the daemon as it suddenly shoots all over his face.]

[Oh. Better him than Matoba, he supposes.]

Ahh.... That explains it.

[Matoba leans forward, Rokurou's scent and the sweet aroma of cream mingling as he runs his tongue in a stroke up the sinew of his throat, flicking away at the corner of his jaw. He leans back again and considers the taste with an indulgent expression.]

Not quite yet, although this is a pleasant surprise.