"Since you got laid." Kaito glances down at the floor around them, looking for debris and finding this area, at least, was clean of glass and nails. It was all scattered around the walls. He steps out of his shoes and kicks them off the side. "I figure, what makes a supposedly straight fucker like you so desperate he asks for this?" Letting one shoulder hang, Kaito lets the trenchcoat slide off his arm, after carefully slipping his lighter into his pants pocket. Then he switches the handle of the whip over to his other hand and removes the coat entirely, tossing it back on the bed.

Free of the hindrences of his coat, Kaito bend over until his face is only a few inches above Sora, almost seeming to examine him. "So you've had those legs how long now? And no one to share it with but the doppleganger."