[It's an effortless melt into those kisses, chasing after them with his own mouth, sliding his right arm to hook over Cy's shoulder to keep him right there.]

All right. Thank you for trusting me.

[Lying with his cheek on a pillow, facing Cy, he allows the Sharingan to bleed into his right eye — a glowing bloom of crimson color.]

You have to look into my eyes. It's what they teach shinobi, you know, when it comes to battling against someone like me — not to make eye contact. All it takes is an instant.