"You're the one that wanted to fuck," Kaito murmurs, calm and centered in a way he only got when in the middle of work. "I've got rules about this, you know? I don't touch your kind." Those were the rules, and how he liked it, but something was telling him he was going to need his whip. He doesn't bother with Sora's circling, walking straight past the other and not seeming to care when they nearly brush, kneeling down to pick up the whip where it'd fallen off the bed.