That was nice. He really was lovely, Obito thought. Slender and pale, soot-black hair, every inch of him Uchiha.

He stepped back though, breathing in deep. The air was cold and clean and felt good in his lungs. "So what about that safehouse? Or do you want to take the road back to the village? You'll have to lead, either way. I don't remember where anything is around here."