"I see." He regarded the young man for some seconds, thinking and taking the time to admire the angles of the blond. Then why? If this kid didn't just pass out drugs and his address to random cops, what made him offer them to Itachi?
He let his eyes stray away and to the sketch, as if he could find answers there, and then back.
"Hm, then why offer it to me?" His eyes and voice were darker now-more curious, more interested.