I'm afraid I'm now only freshly at fourteen points.

( Esikko doesn't hide the interest in the way he watches Makoto, a small little smile sliding back into place with ease. Running a finger of one hand idly along the wrist of his other, he hums like he's considering a few things. )

Unless, of course, you'd like to forfeit?

( Honestly, though he's a lot more put together than his companion here, Esikko is fairly distracted himself. He's not one to forget the unique taste of each person's blood, and while Makoto's wasn't as... spicy, let's say, as he was hoping to get from a demon, it still had a nice quality to it. Beneath the normie. )

You seem a little thrown off, after all that, so I'd hate to trouble you to push yourself further.