He can sort of remember how this went before. How sometimes moments like this went further. Biting and small moments of closeness led to deeper closeness. Where the line between normal leaders and right hand men were crossed. Sometimes, he crossed them too. It was just how they were. Squalo could bring out the best in him but also the worst. Most of the time, it was the worst though.

“You've been thinking about that, haven't you.” He was actually teasing because yeah. He didn't put it past Squalo to indeed always figure out a way to murder someone. He was a dangerous man, but a man that Xanxus owned because he wasn't afraid of playing with fire. And if Squalo burned him so be it, he would just burn back hotter.

"Yeah yeah. You can stop reminding me of how fucking useful you are, already." He sort of fists at Squalo's hair for a moment before nuzzling at the bite marks he had made. "And you got that right, you piece of shit. Whoever I was, it isn't me. This is me and I'm not going to be anything else. So you just better fucking deal with it." Even if he could sometimes remember how it once was, it meant nothing. Whatever they had back then, they could do whatever they wanted now.