[Honestly, all he does is watch him as his hand reaches out, touches the bite marks that some demon left on him. The sensation isn't dulled, or at least, it doesn't feel that way. There's a faint tingle where it's touched, and he still doesn't know whether it's a pleasant or unpleasant sensation. It's just... strange.

But he doesn't have time to dwell on it, Makoto twitches back like he'd been burned, almost. Strange, considering he made no move to stop the exploration of his scar, and he also makes no move to grab his hand to stop him from recoiling. Instead, with the arm, he leans his head into his hand to watch him, intrigued and fascinated all at once.

More so when he says that, even. That if Kazuya wants to know something about him, he's free to ask, even if he might not be able to answer.

He drums a free hand on the table, considering, and then just shakes his head. He'll get to know Makoto a little better, before he poses that particular question. ]

If I learn anything about you, I want it to be because you want to share it with me on your own, not because I asked. I appreciate the offer, though. And I promise it's not because I'm not curious about you, or your life or anything like that.

[He wants it to come up organically, for Makoto to share with him things that maybe he's not shared with anyone else.]

Speaking of that though... Wanna skip the movie this time? I think I'm having more fun just talking to you than watching a movie could ever provide.