Kisame was pulling ahead a little, letting Duo have a free side. He suspected the first thirty minutes of their walk would involved human chess, with each of them shifting round as if the other two wouldn't notice.
And even if they noticed, some of the subtleties were lost. He was giving his BACK to a psychotic teen with a GUN. A LOADED gun, no less.
"It's a good color on you. You know, the expanded blood vessel raise your skin temp, makes your smell change?" Kisame grinned back over one shoulder at Grayson. "You smell good flushed. Not everyone does."
He turned, scanned the tree's they were heading for before looking at Duo over his other shoulder. "You've still got your soul, kid. They're not gonna let you in your club. Course I'm guessing. They might not have had em in the first place."