[ Confused static prickles from his end of the connection. Aoba knows what he's supposed to be doing for this mission, but now he's second-guessing it. Just what does The Darkling mean by all of it--? Only one answer comes to mind.
The static crackles louder. He was afraid he might have to put his foot down about this. ]
Look... I know what my cover is supposed to be, but it's still just a cover. I'm not doing anything... intimate with you later. Got it?
[ Nailed it. Though he's suddenly red in the face and the skewer in his hand is lowered, what little appetite he had before gone. Somehow hot meat on a stick is less appealing right now - he doesn't want to think about your needs, Darkling. ]
no subject
The static crackles louder. He was afraid he might have to put his foot down about this. ]
Look... I know what my cover is supposed to be, but it's still just a cover. I'm not doing anything... intimate with you later. Got it?
[ Nailed it. Though he's suddenly red in the face and the skewer in his hand is lowered, what little appetite he had before gone. Somehow hot meat on a stick is less appealing right now - he doesn't want to think about your needs, Darkling. ]