[Lelouch is no stranger to such smirks (impossible to be when he'd worn them so many times himself), but that doesn't particularly increase his enjoyment of being on the receiving end of them. He's caught on to the fact that the other is trying for some kind of reaction, though, some loss of composure, and that's the more irritating part. Is this a game? But he can resist the urge to snap at the man. He's dealt with worse.
Being touched is most definitely not on the list of things Lelouch is prepared to suffer through, though, and remaining composed flies out the window the instant it happens. He doesn't step back to put himself outside of Mello's range, but he does jerk his head free from his grasp, eyes blazing.]
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Being touched is most definitely not on the list of things Lelouch is prepared to suffer through, though, and remaining composed flies out the window the instant it happens. He doesn't step back to put himself outside of Mello's range, but he does jerk his head free from his grasp, eyes blazing.]
Do not touch me.