[Gokudera doesn't feel like having his head messed with -when does he ever-. He won't give Mukuro what he wants, so just looks forward as he feels the other man's breath at his ear. It sends a shiver down his spine, makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, but he knows better.

Oh, he fucking knows better than to let Rokudo Mukuro make him sweat. Instead, he just steps foward and to the side, lifting and putting his left forearm to Mukuro's chest to indicate he'd like more space. It's non-violent, but he's not going to ask the other mafioso to step out of his way.]

So a comparison, then.

[Gokudera sounds dismissive, but he'll heed Mukuro's warning about the food and drink. How long can he avoid it, though? How dangerous is it? If he's given his space, he'll simply be shoulder-to-shoulder with the illusionist, but again, makes eye-contact. In all seriousness, he wants to find out what they're up against.]

How so?

[The silver-haired man gives him an obvious look over.]

You try anything? Or did you get that information by some other means?