[He accepts that answer, expecting it already. Even those familiar with the Sharingan—or perhaps those especially who are—would not have been keen on such an invasion, the inner safety of the mind breached by foreign power. And knowing what Cyram harbors in his past, knowing his demonstrated kindness, he wouldn't want to take Sasuke anywhere close to that.

So he understands. He only wanted Cyram to be aware it could be done.]

You did bring me to dinner. With tomatoes.

[A low murmur in that space between them, forehead warm where Cy's kissed it.]

I can see now. [These words venture more carefully.] Your interest in control, and someone else's willing obedience. Why you would never want to take it without that consent.