There was a spicy tang on his lips, and the music was throbbing in a sick beat that demanded his attention. Akaya was still working off that high from the show, and the best way to do it was on the dance floor, where he could move to the rhythm of the DJ's whims. The company wasn't so bad, either.

Akaya laughed, his eyes glimmering with challenge as he shot back: "Did I say anything about putting my hands on you?"

He can see where your mind is, Honjou Omi.