The young ghoul was such an open book it was almost laughable. Humming under his breath, Tatara considered the question. He had just cleared the room, so it seemed like a moot point. He'd done it for Ayato, after all, allowing them some rare privacy of sorts.

"I can be," he said. "there's nothing that can't wait for now."

He regarded Ayato a moment, watching how his hair fell back about his face when he ran his fingers through it. And the little pout he almost always wore, perhaps just a little more noticeable now due to his own rash actions robbing him of his entertainment. He shifted in his seat, letting his leg slide back down and planting his foot on the floor. He patted his lap, then motioned Ayato over.

"Did you have something in mind?"