[ It's not a healthy relationship, that much is obvious. But Asura just doesn't think like humans. She’ll be so much happier when she makes those worst moments her norm, finds the way to be herself for real.

Behind his shades, his eyes lid but sparkle with delight as Jess reiterates some of his philosophy. He really wants to kiss her- he's eaten her out, bitten her, tasted her sweat but they've never kissed. Maybe that would be too much like admitting she likes him.

He splits his gaze, third keeping an eye on the road so he can turn his head to look at her. ]

If you ever have to ask ‘Should I feel this way’ you shouldn't. They're feelings- they're you.

[ After a moment, his scarves wind into a mask as they sometimes do. Unlike the usual, they imitate a ski mask- the red shine of his shades and a mouth free. ]

Any kind you want.

[ They rearrange a few times. He can seemingly put them together in any number of ways, a cowl, a domino mask, a full face one. ]