[ Done and done. Though if he gets himself into a position to be hauled away to the infamous Sex Jail, the hope is he’ll reach out to a familiar face first, obligatory failsex included or no.

In the meantime, there’s a perk of a brow at that comment. Rokurou knows what he means, sure, but--]

I’d be careful about saying that too loudly in the wrong company. [ As though implying Rokurou is the right company? Please. ] Not many minds here work like our own.

[ Once more calling back to that ‘fighting over fucking’ priority list, a sure rarity in the city.

But, moving on to address that cheerful ’ding!’ and the opening of doors with a too-glib chortle and a grin that smug cats fail to imitate, Rokurou steps forward and inside the elevator car. ]

The fastest way to climb forty-one flights of stairs, that’s what. [ Gesturing for Eizen to follow him: ] You’ll see.