He turned his face into the touch. And he looked away. What could he do? A strong and sudden urge to lean forward and take all that he wanted from the moment seized him. But it didn't feel right. And he wasn't sure why it didn't, exactly. Because who would he be taking anything from? The Kiri-nin? What would that matter?

He looked up at Itachi, keenly focused on him. "How do you feel about him? Your swordsman from the Mist?"