(Oh. So embarrassment wins the battle of natural urges in her brain. Many men would show displeasure, or perhaps they'd curse in their minds to be taken out of such fantasy as a beautiful blonde pushing them onto bed and kissing fervently - Izaya doesn't.

He supports his weight on an arm only, the other fixing the coat on her shoulders as an act of comforting before his lips press a hollow kiss to her forehead.)

We aren't going to do anything, so don't worry. I'd rather you stay here so I can keep an eye on you and keep you out of trouble in your state.