[Once his wrist is released, Mello straightens, adjusting his glove. He doesn't move away, however, despite the fact that the other man continues to take up his personal space. Mello initiated this, after all. There will be no backing down.]
I don't know...
[He maintains his light tone, averting his eyes as though he's unsure of what he's being told, looking down at the ground and counting to himself before he looks back up, meeting the man's eyes.]
You don't seem like the type who can be trusted.
[At that, he lets the whole act drop, lifting his head a little higher, allowing his usual pride and confidence to surface once again. His eyes narrow and his expression hardens.]
no subject
I don't know...
[He maintains his light tone, averting his eyes as though he's unsure of what he's being told, looking down at the ground and counting to himself before he looks back up, meeting the man's eyes.]
You don't seem like the type who can be trusted.
[At that, he lets the whole act drop, lifting his head a little higher, allowing his usual pride and confidence to surface once again. His eyes narrow and his expression hardens.]
But I'm sure your tastes are just insatiable.