[He smiles, eyes crinkling as Wen touches his hair. He likes the attention, likes the spark of excitement and potential from the touch. Wen is handsome and elegant and so removed from anything he's known. Kazutora's world is seeped in youth gangs and meaningless violence and comradery that he's long since lost. Wen feels so.. very above that all.

He shrugs lightly and shakes his head.]

No, I don't think so. I don't think I'm really suited for it. [His shoulders shake with laughter.] I'm not sure what I'm suited for, but so long as I'm here, I guess I'll have the chance to find out.

[He glances up at Wen, tilting his head as he often did.]

What about you? Will you give that scarf to your ... superior, was it?