Kaito watches the reaction for a moment, Sora's 'surprise', the masked... something, irritation, probably, the final cheeky result. It wasn't exactly the sort of entertainment Kaito was generally interested in, but since he didn't have much choice of avoiding it, he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to see how many buttons he could find. Letting the cigarette hang limply from his lips, Kaito exhales a slow lungful of smoke somewhere over Sora's head before shifting his attention back down to the other. The hand holding the 'leash' releases it, presses the back of one finger against Sora's neck, and slides up. Curling the finger under the collar, Kaito has the option of pulling it away from the windpipe just enough to allow air. Which, for now, he doesn't bother to do. "So, Takeuchi Sora. How close have you ever been to death?"