"I'll hold you to that," Snake smirked. He honestly hadn't intended for his words to be taken that way, but was willing to play along with it. After all, it was at least friendly contact, and Otacon had suggested befriending as many patients as possible.

He liked flirting. It certainly wasn't a gift of his - it'd never come naturally to him. Why would it? He wasn't trained for people skills after all.

But it was satisfying. It showcased intelligence, quickness, and tension. And it had the useful side-effect of throwing people off-guard.

He started it, he assured himself.

"Mind telling me your room number?" he asked. "You never know when I might need to call you up on that proposal. I'm in M51."