Holding hands, Reno did not do. He didn't think he'd held anyone's hand in his life, except maybe to break a finger or two, and truthfully, while he was pretty damn good with aggressive flirting, it was another story with the heavy romantic kind, which Kio seemed pretty keen on. For some reason.

Of course, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to feel bad for fucking with the guy like this. Maybe he would (but only a little because hey, Kio was still the one who started this entire thing in the first place) if Kio was completely sincere, but Reno was starting to get the sense that there was something else going on. There was no way anyone could be like this for real and still have entirely innocent desires; either Kio was bullshitting as much as Reno was or he just really, really wanted to get into Reno's pants.

Either way, time to find out. Even if it blew his cover, but no one ever accused him of being patient.

"Oh, yeah? So," he said, shifting even closer and if there was a glint of something less-than-innocent that flickered in his eyes...well, hell, he could only put on a good show for so long, dammit, unless he was doing this shit for a job. "Show me how you're gonna make it better, then."