( the baleful way makoto glares at his Watch before glancing up to esi’s simultaneously amused and flabbergasted expression indicates that the demon isn’t any more thrilled about the request as he is. )

Because it wants me to wear them. For five minutes, at least.

( sure, he can see instances in which something like that might be a bit of a turn-on, but it kind of depends, doesn’t it? the request that the Watch makes of him is more bizarre than anything else; between it and the question esi had had to answer truthfully, he’s starting to feel a kernel of concern take root within him for what might lie ahead of them as they slowly struggle towards winning this game.

he is realizing that, if neither of them back down, esi will win by default because he went first… fuck. he should have realized that earlier…!

makoto blinks, canting his head slightly to one side. his silver eyes scrutinize esi’s face fruitlessly for any sort of indication of shyness. he didn’t really seem the type? but he can’t really find any evidence either way. after a moment, he shrugs. ) Not if you don’t want me to. Do you want me to—turn away, or something?

( they’re trapped in a sex casino, so he thought they were past that sort of thing, but it would seem callous to refuse? )