[ when Fuuma comes back, Kamui eyes the bandage and nods approvingly ]
It did taste diff'rnt. [ he remembers they were curious about that. ] Sweeter. But strange. It's done... something to my head. [ has no qualms admitting it; he trusts that the Hunter won't take advantage of it. he rests his hands -- one still traced with drying blood -- in his lap, and snorts to himself; quietly. ] Like you.