The dismissive lick is even painful across that fresh bite, and the metal ball in such a sensitive place gets one last awkward squirm and a tiny whimper of a noise, quiet in the echo of the scream. Akira holds a steady gaze, and it's not a hollow stare; he has an interest, and whatever he's looking for in Noiz's eyes, he can't find it. Why he did this, why he wanted to. He can't read this man, just like so many others. But he wants Noiz to make him scream again. Slowly, he licks his lips as if thirsting for something. His fingers twitch with the need to touch, but he doesn't move them away from the wall.