Dick stepped farther back, spreading his hands and smiling wryly. "So I've been told. Though Kisame can shove it in me--" he stopped, hearing his words, and tried to decide if he should rephrase while a dull red flush patterned his throat. "That is, Kisame can get me high off his. And I sort of used it..." Something had been niggling at the back of his neck about that. Something useful.
It wasn't quite ready to blossom into a full idea, though. He let it go and looked at Kakashi again. Her words clicked in his head, the entry he'd read on her in the bingo book adding information. He hesitated, glancing toward the treeline, and asked, "You used to teach, right? Kids? And chakra makes you stronger and faster, doesn't it?" Because if it did, if it made her strong enough...
He needed a spot.
hands on him, small and delicate and--
He needed a spot, and he didn't need to tense because it was Kakashi.